Hermione drew in another breath. "I couldn’t," she reasoned. "No one would believe us. I had already been blackmailed by Shacklebolt and Percy into performing a Memory Charm against my will on the imprisoned Death Eaters. It luckily didn’t work on Draco. I could never trust them. And Draco..." Hermione wanted to continue, but she couldn’t ignore the tightness in her muscles...the surge that was enough to take her breath away. "He didn’t tell me Percy Weasley murdered his mum. He showed me."