Harry sat there, struggling with himself and trying to determine her mood. He did not want to be walking around like a penguin for the next week.
"Mione?" she said tentatively. "What do you feel, now that you know about me and Draco?"
"That's exactly what I want to know, Harry." He looked at her in surprise. She smiled.
"Do you mind it? I mean, I know about your feelings for me and I know how hurt you must have been when you saw us. You don't hate me do you?"
"No, I don't hate you. And you needn't worry I won't run to the Prophet or the Quibbler." He sighed in relief. "I also understand everything a lot better. You may have had a good team in place to throw me off the scent but you'd be surprised at how intuitive I can be. I was bound to find out. Let me ask you one thing…do you love him?"
"Only completely. You mustn't be too angry, though, as you owe your life to it. In fact everyone does." At her quizzical look he continued. "You remember when I left you and Ron fighting those Death Eaters, and went off to kill Voldy? Well I only did because my spy in his camp was Draco. He was the one who helped me defeat him. Dumbledore always said that only the purest love would get rid of him and it did."
"Draco was your spy in his camp?"
"Sounds familiar doesn't it? It started early, I told him to keep an eye on his father and it was he who told me that Snape was still a Death Eater. I then copied it, just like you copied the DA coins from the Dark Mark. He became my spy in their camp, just like Snape was his. We didn't tell anyone about our little ploy but we knew that we had to do something to remove that terrible shadow, and this seemed to be the best way."
"That was a dangerous game to play"
"It was, very. But we both wanted to get rid of him so much that we were willing to risk it. We had a backup though. As we are soulmates, if anything bad happens to either of us the other will be summoned there and then we can get ourselves out of that trouble. We also have a little telepathic ability."
"So you can read my mind?"
"No, only his. We can read each others moods, a bit like I could with dear old Voldy ass."
"But you said only purest love created that bond?"
"It does. But so does the purest hate. I hated Voldemort more than I ever let on. It's probably the only reason I got through every conflict with him alive; I was so determined to kill him that it kept me alive out of pure spite."
Hermione laughed and then sobered.
"And Draco didn't take any credit for what was done? Seems unlikely."
"It is. I'm very surprised he didn't. He will soon though; I'm doing an interview for the Quibbler on the subject."
"But you hate publicity."
"True, but I am sick of everyone asking me what happened that day. This interview will put an end to it, like we did when Voldy got his vilely ugly body back."
There was a pause, not an uncomfortable one but still not the aftermath of the Christmas feast when you feel too full to move and cannot be bothered to even lift a finger, there is just a comfortable wallowing ease that lulls you into a stupor.
"I am still trying to work out who was in on your little scam."
"Which one? Voldy or the one you've just found out?"
"You and Draco. Who knew? Ron, obviously. Did Ginny? She seemed to know something."
"She does. She was in on all the way. That was why I punched Ron, he had told me that she knew. I figured that if she knew then you would find out from her."
"I still don't understand why I couldn't know."
Harry looked shifty and didn't answer.
She stared at him. Oh dear lord! I am never going to get an answer out of him. Bugger it!