"And a lot more arguments with you.""Where I told you I loved you and you didn't say anything."
She remembered that too. It was a shameful memory.
"What about the ones in which I'm not in?" Hermione inquired.
"The one I remember more vividly is a fight with my father. He said something about you being Potter's Mudblood and just that. And I got angry and told him not to call you that."
Hermione certainly didn't remember that. She didn't remember Draco ever telling her anything about that.
"Do you remember any dreams with Harry or Ron?"
"Yes. A few. Why?" he asked.
"Look, Malfoy," she said, "I have no idea what you remember or don't. But those 'dreams' happened. And now Harry and Ron are said to be dead. And I don't know who or how they did it."
"So you think I had something to do with it?" Draco asked angrily.
"No. But I think you know something about it. They, whomever they are, also wanted you dead. You three knew something -something about them. And you were obliviated. And so was I, but they didn't make me forget as much as you."