“Alright, one: Your sleeves are rolled up, and you don’t have the ‘Dark Mark’. Two: Dumbledore wasn’t stupid; he knew what he was doing. Three: if you were a Death Eater, you wouldn’t be saying ‘who’s to say I’m not a Death Eater’, and last but not least,” I lowered my voice to a whisper, “I can see straight through you. You’re not as bad as you make yourself out to be. You only want to be like your father, because of his approval you’re after.”

I waited a few minutes before I said anything.  I looked over at Malfoy, whom was staring at the floor.  Before thinking, I launched myself at him, and hugged him tightly, with my arms around his neck.