"But he stood by and watched you be tortured in his own home!"He was 17! What could he have done that wouldn’t have gotten himself and his mother killed? Not to mention the rest of us. He did what he had to to survive." Hermione stopped and looked at Molly for a long moment, then she looked down at her hands, fingers knotted together. Finally she started again, more gently this time. "I know his family did terrible things to yours- so if this-" she took a deep breath "if My family, my husband and son, isn’t something you can accept right now, then just tell me, Molly. I love you, and I don’t want to cause you any further pain, Draco wouldn’t want that either." She didn’t want to hurt the Weasleys. She should have listened to Draco and left well enough alone, thinking about it now- she wasn’t sure why she thought this would go well. 