"No. No, you don’t get to speak for father. You don’t. Not now, and not ever again. I don’t care what you – and he – think he gave to me; it can never, ever equal what he took away from me," Draco half-snarled at his mother and Hermione thought of how just five minutes ago they had been embracing happily, and her heart broke just the smallest amount for Draco. And hot, sick thrills ran through her belly as Hermione thought she realised what Draco was talking about.