"And what am I supposed to make of it, Draco? Your Aunt tortured me – you were there, you know. You – you were there." Hermione faltered to a stop, picking at her nails with little jerky motions, head ducked so her hair fell over her face. Draco didn’t know why Hermione was bringing it up now. After so long. After everything else that had happened since then, why was she bringing it up now, after what they had just done? He would have thought she would be happy, contented, not...this.