That was how Draco found them. All three of them crying in their own ways in their own torment. There were broken chinas on the kitchen floor. It seemed Weasley had broken anything he could get his hands on and no one had stopped them. His hands were bleeding and he didn’t even do anything to fix it. The moment his eyes landed on Draco, it was as if all his pent up frustrations boiled out of him. Again.