The room of requirement became his home for several hours as he occluded into the late morning with Angel and Shadow who sat possessively on each of his shoulder. Plans were formed and re-formed in his mind, memories were combed through for bits and pieces of information he thought might become useful and pointless thoughts were tossed to the side with a lit match to burn. He spent some time trying to open up the chest labelled Hermione Granger but the extent of its contents was overwhelming and daunting as he had never been good with feelings and deciphering his own let alone someone else's was a mountain he was not willing to climb in his current state. If she had known about the bond for so long - was their new friendship just her giving in to what fate had decided for them? Or was she actually another person in his life he could rely on and trust? Salazar knew that list wasn't long, even Theo had betrayed him - his longest friend, his brother. The only redemption Draco could think to offer his friend was that technically he had figured it out on his own and it wasn't his secret to tell because.. This was between himself and his other half.