"He won’t ever tell me much." Hermione lowered her voice and beckoned Ginny closer, if at all possible. It was a sore spot even for Hermione. Those few times she had to watch Draco pull forward his old occlumency masks to go back to the Manor and play his part. Every time he departed he was stiff and strained with her. Every time he returned he was bleak and broken for at least a day.