The phenomenon had occurred many times over the course of the war, and the more it happened, the more Hermione realized she’d felt it before. Not as strong, not as powerful, but she’d felt it alright. The summer before 6th year, twice. During the Christmas holidays 6th year. The Easter holidays 6th year. That summer before they’d gone on the run. She had felt it. And now that she knew the placement of the pain, the ache– the fracturing in her soul– she felt it all over again. Only this time, her heart broke along with it. For Malfoy. How many times had he been hurt? Who had hurt him? Surely it couldn’t have been Voldemort every single time. Had his father ever...? 