I run into Draco's arms, planting a quick kiss on his lips. "OhmyGodDracoMollyWeasleyisnottheonewhostabbedmeitwassomeoneelseandGeorgeenlistedthehelpofHermioneandLunaandGinnyohmyGodDracodoyouseethecrisishere?!" I didn't know I could talk so fast.
"Oh my God Draco, Molly Weasley is not the one who stabbed me. It was someone else. And George enlisted the help of Hermione and Luna and Ginny. Oh my God Draco do you see the crisis here?!" I repeat slowly.
I could practically see the wheels turning in his mind. He seemed to comprehend what I was saying.
Finally, he sighed. "Well.... I think I understand, but how exactly do you know?"
He had a good point. How did I know? Gut instinct wasn't going to cut it. "She was so.... Genuine in her emotion!"
"Maybe she's just a great actress."
"We are talking about Molly Weasley here, Draco."
He bit his lip. "True," he sighed yet again. "But I don't know... I still think it was her."
I shake my head. "No."
Suddenly, Draco laughs. It is an evil, cruel sound. "Hermione? You can come out now."