Draco didn’t want to go back to any of that, not even to the time before he had fallen from grace. Now he had gotten free of it, it was like he could see it all clearly for the first time in his life. He was horribly ashamed by what he had taken part in, what he had watched and thought nothing of. He had thrown up several times since Hermione had left him. Literally sickened by his memories. Draco thought it was seeing his mother that had triggered it; all the tears and the memories and the final realisation deep in his bones that no, he could never go back. Hearing her speak so casually about Hermione’s torture, after Hermione had been the only one who had shown any concern for Draco had been jarring. To look in his mother’s eyes and see blind adoration for the cause, to hear her try to defend Draco’s father to him...