"Don't!" Hermione snapped, the word whipping out of her, disgust and revulsion in every line of her body. "I don't want to know that." She shook her head, eyes narrowed on him. "I really don't need to hear that. Any of it – but especially not that. How do you think it's going to help, Draco, to tell me what I already know? What I try to accept and forget about? How is that going to help?" She was biting the words out with a low, contained fury, and Draco couldn't hold her gaze.