"No one came to get me. Not even mother. I – I waited and waited, for what felt like hours, in too much pain to move, but no one came. They just left me there, like I was just some worthless toy they'd played with, and broken, and didn't want anymore. Even mother." Draco's lips clamped together, and his eyes squeezed shut, brows all scrunched up, and Hermione could see a glint of wet on his lashes as his chin quivered with suppressed tears. "I can't – can't dream about it again. It's too real, too...I just can't," he admitted through gritted teeth, like it was a weakness to be ashamed of.