I got Draco Malfoy drunk last night. It's amazing the secrets he spills when he has too much firewhiskey. And maybe a few drops of Veritaserum thrown in for good measure.

A lot of secrets were about you.

Oh sure, there were others. Fairly insignificant stuff. How much he regretted during his Death Eater days, how there was a small part of him that hated what his father had become. The time he tried to convince his mother to run away with him, his father squashed that idea quickly and harshly. When he almost asked you to dance at the Yule Ball.

I bet Potter and Weasley are there, next to you. They probably think they know all that went on between you and Draco.

That illusion is going to be shattered.

Did they ever know that you very nearly became Mrs. Hermione Malfoy? Did you fail to mention that when you ran back into Ronald Weasley's arms? Weasley didn't need an explanation, he accepted you in your broken state without question.

You've been trying to bury the past. He's been trying to heal. You wanted to forget, he wanted to forgive. Neither of you could do either of those.