He snorted. Not getting along. That was certainly one way to put it. "For a smart woman that's an extremely stupid question." Her brows furrowed, drawing together in a tight line. "But yes, basically. They kept your return from me. Knowing what it did to me when you left. Theo and I are fine now, mostly. Blaise... I don't know. He knew when he slept with you, every time that he did, what he was doing. He saw me perhaps more than anyone else, and what I was like, when you were gone. I thought he understood how it would break me." She opened her mouth, perhaps to explain why it was more her fault than his, and Draco cut her off. "The way I see it, and not that I'm such a hopeless fool as to make it seem as though you aren't just as at fault as he is, you left. You made your position exceedingly clear. You left and you stayed gone for years. I had no reason to believe you wanted me. No reason to believe that you had waited for me like -" he forcefully stopped the words, nearly slamming a hand over his mouth to keep that particular statement locked away. "That is, you left me. And after everything - particularly what had happened in the Manor and the way I treated you during Sixth year - I had no reason to think you could ever want me. But that didn't stop me from wanting you. From wishing and hoping and looking. For years. I looked for you for years, Hermione."