"You know that I told Harry and Ron about... us, about us at Hogwarts, while we were on the run during what should have been our Seventh year." Draco nodded, though she wasn't looking at him. "They... didn't exactly take it well. Ron took off and left Harry and I alone, though he did come back... and things were fine. Well. They weren't fine, as both of them were angry with me for keeping you a secret and I was angry at Ron for running off and... none of this is really new information for you, I suppose." It wasn't, but he didn't say anything, just let her continue whatever internal path she was walking. "That time wasn't... easy. Camping, running, hiding, hunting Horcruxes. It was... terrible, honestly. It effected the three of us in different ways: Harry internalized everything, Ron... did the opposite, I suppose. Everything he felt and wanted and hoped for was out there in the open. As for me... I took Harry's route more than Ron's. Internalized it all, compartmentalized and shuffled things away, closed myself off so I could make it through each day..." She paused for a minute, eyes narrowing as she seemed to fight through whatever mental block she had on talking about that time. "I guess... it just felt like I couldn't feel anything good, you know? I was in constant fight or flight, we all were. And everything that wasn't about immediate survival was just... locked down somewhere deep inside of me." She still wasn't look at him, but he nodded again, understanding perfectly what she meant.