He tapped the top of her head with his finger. The sickening feeling in her gut increased. Only one person knew that she was angry with Rodolphus, that she wanted to confront him about what he'd done to her. She'd confided only in ... Draco. She fought the urge to laugh. Why would she have ever imagined for even a second that she could trust the wizard? Hadn't he proven that he hated her for almost thirty years? All of their tumbles in bed meant nothing. Even she'd gone to bed with people she loathed and didn't trust. No doubt Draco sought his uncle out to tell him everything.