The moment the words escaped her lips, Hermione slammed her eyes shut. She hadn’t wanted to have this conversation like this, but she had suspected Snape knew the truth since the day she’d visited to ask about the "spark’. Watching Malfoy hold onto his sanity while memories ripped through his mind was enough to put her over the edge, just enough that she’d revealed her cards to her old professor. Malfoy was still whimpering and mumbling, clearly deep in a memory. 