Ron Weasley sat in a chair, reading.
Was he there to keep watch on Draco? He had to be. Nobody else was there. So was he there to make sure that Draco didn't do anything stupid, or anything malicious? His memories were hazy, but he rather thought he might have actually tried to walk around the hospital, and not just dreamed it. It hadn't worked, if he recalled correctly. But he'd found out...
"Is my mother all right?" he asked.
Weasley put his book away. "She's still unconscious," he said. "But the Healers are optimistic that she will be all right."
"And-your sister? Is she all right?"
"Yes, she's fine. She's asleep now."
Draco looked at the ceiling. "I can imagine." He paused. The Slytherin in him was already analyzing the situation, trying to determine the most useful path. Or the safest.
At this point, that meant convincing the Weasleys, Dumbledore, Potter, and their friends that he was on their side. That meant gaining their trust. That meant being not only honest, but provably so. Telling them the true story, before he knew what they knew, so that his story would be easy to check. So he'd better get it out now, before asking questions-before talking to his mother, even.
Besides, he doubted he could walk anyway.
"Do you want the story now, or do you want to get the rest of your family first?"
"Most of them are asleep," Weasley replied. "We had a rough night. So if you don't mind having to tell it twice..."
Draco nodded.
"It starts...I suppose it starts..." He swallowed. They weren't going to like this. But really, what else could he say?
"I suppose it starts with us kidnapping your sister," he said. "We weren't going to hurt her. We just wanted my father back, and the only way we saw to do that was to change what the witnesses saw. We were going to bring her right back."
"So what happened to interrupt you?" Weasley asked.
"My aunt," Draco said. "And some goon-Mulciber, I think his name was. They showed up at the manor when we were halfway done." He began to talk, quickly, getting it out. He didn't particularly want to remember, but...
