"That doesn’t excuse a thing, Ron. Yes, Draco is an amazing father, but you switched the samples, made the Wizengamot alter the memory of twenty muggles, then you got off with a slap on the wrist because you knew the jurors. Mind you, Draco wouldn’t even let me take the hush money, and we fought like hell in court to not raise any bloody suspicions about us. And, you prance around like everything is dandy. I just wanted to be respected as a person, and now, I’ve got Rita Skeeter at my bloody door, trying to sneak peeks of my son because he looks so bloody like his father!" Hermione whisper-shouts, an ice machine whistling behind her. 