"We were...involved." Draco began, stiff and stilted, pausing and chewing on his lip thoughtfully, watching Hermione lean her head on Potter's shoulder, her face turned towards Draco. Their eyes met and she smiled hesitantly, and Draco returned the tentative expression before he could stop himself. Pansy was watching him with interest, and he shook himself, continued. "And then I realised that I'd stupidly forgotten that if we – this side – wins the war, I'll be up on trial, and packed off to Azkaban. And I didn't particularly long to indulge in a doomed relationship, so I ended things. Except..."