Hermione's eyes refocused on the scene before her as she surveyed the group of people that she had come to call family and wondered if they would ever forgive her if she were to tell them the truth. Her gaze fell, as it always did, on Draco and she lamented having to confess her true identity to him. Surely, surely, he would not understand. She was, after all, not a little assistant but a dirty copper.