"Well, weeping over my body while you proclaimed your love for me was rather damning evidence, I imagine," he said dryly, sliding his fingers through Hermione's hair and dragging it gently away from her face. Hermione made a grumpy noise and Draco smirked. Guess what I know, that you don't, he thought smugly, and proceeded to tell her, still smirking to himself. "But I don't think you need to expect having to make lengthy explanations – everybody but the Weas – Weasley, has known for weeks."