Actually watching her husband with Ginny Weasley, of all the fucking women in the world it could have been, was indeed infinitely worse than just knowing about it or suspecting it was happening. Part of her wished that she'd stayed behind to confront them both, but she knew that was the wrong decision. Blood would have been spilled and some of it might have even been hers. Not to mention she would have to come up with a suitable explanation as to why she was there at all. She wasn't ready to admit to her unusual partnership with Draco Malfoy just yet. Maybe she never would.