"We need to find Malfoy... potions to brew and all." She couldn’t talk about them. Push it down, just occlude it to that room in the burrow. Tuck all the memories of him deep in the twins’ bedroom. The pranks and taunts and sneaked candies. The protective older brother, the one who would come sit in her room after being yelled at by mum. The one who would smack Ron upside the head anytime he made a cheap insult. George would live in the twins’ room - she’d open the door when she was ready. If she were ever ready. 