Most of the time he was just Draco – her Draco – and Hermione didn’t think about what he had done. Who he had been. It was just that sometimes...sometimes she was reminded. Like an ice pick in the chest. And when that happened, Hermione needed Draco to reassure her that he wasn’t that person anymore, even though she knew. In her head, she knew. It was just that when Hermione was reminded of the bad, she needed a reminder of the good as well. To balance it out, or something like that.