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Hermione POV
I knew he wouldn't do it, Harry thought so too, but when I heard Snape had killed Dumbledore, I was shocked. Harry told me that he was lowering his wand, when Snape pushed past him and shouted the unforgivable curse. I saw Dumbledore's body lying there, crumpled and bashed up from the fall and I needed to find him to tell him it wasn't his fault. I needed to find Draco.
As I ran down the corridor of Hogwarts looking for Draco, I realised that I had never done this before. Out of all the 6 years I had been here, I had never, and I mean never, felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault his father was a death eater and I was pretty darn sure that Lucius Malfoy was trying to get Draco to be one to. I didn't know if he had succeeded in taking his son to the dark side but I was going to find out.
I took a break from running and sat on one of the benches in the hall, when I heard him coming. He was muttering something about his father and…ok I'll say it… Voldemort. Ugh, I hate saying his name but I do it for Harry . I shrunk into a small hallway in the shadows and waited for him to go past. As he walked into view, I didn't know what to do so I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the tiny hall with me.
"WHAT THE HELL!" He yelled but then he saw me and that horrible scowl showed up on his face. "Oh its you Granger, what do you want, angry with me about stupid Dumbledore I suppose, glad he's dead really, he was getting in the Dark Lords way." He said but as he did I could tell he felt terrible. He always did that when he felt terrible, he put up a guard to make sure no one knew how he felt.
"Don't say that," I said meeting his eyes "I know you don't mean it"
"You know nothing, Granger," He said as he started to walk away, I knew this was going to be my only chance to talk with him alone, while everyone was in the courtyard saying their good byes. I yanked his arm and pulled him back into the small hallway, and put my hands on his chest so he couldn't get away. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD!"
I stared at him then, well glared is a better word for it really, but I glared into those beautiful…beautiful what was I on about, it's Draco, although I always found him attractive and absolutely charming..anyway where was I, Oh right, I glared at him and well I snapped. Trust me when I say 6 years of being called mudblood and then suddenly running to find the boy who did this to you, to say you felt sorry for him for nearly killing the headmaster of our school, does something to you.
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT AGAIN MALFOY!" I screamed balling up my fists that were still on his chest, staring him dead in the eye "I CAME ALL THE WAY HERE TO FIND YOU WHEN I SHOULD BE MOURNING THE DEATH OF OUR HEADMASTER, WHOM YOU NEARLY KILLED, TO SAY THAT I UNDERSTAND!" I took the biggest breath ever and looked away from him, I took my hands off his chest and took a step back, still frowning, still not quite calm, I said, "I understand what you're going through, not the whole death eater, Voldemort, side of things but the pressure to be someone or do something that you don't even know if you're ready for. I know you think I'm just a mudblood, stuck-up, know-it-all, and you would never listen to me, but Malfoy," He looked at me then with those beautiful grey eyes, and his creased forehead and his eyebrows pulling together and I got a twisting feeling in my stomach, I frowned harder "you don't have to do it, I don't know if it's to late for you but you don't have to do everything your father says, you might get into trouble, sure but…you can always run away." It sounded ridiculous to me but he hadn't moved I looked up and saw him staring at me…we stood like that for a few minutes and all that time he just stared at me, eventually I started to walked away, but he called me
"Hermione," he said his voice sounded strangled like he was trying not to cry, but he just looked at me in the eyes and lifted his left arms sleeve up, "It's too late." the dark mark was on his arm signifying his loyalty to Voldemort.
"Well, for what it's worth Malfoy, I forgive you." And I left to find Harry and Ron who were still standing near Dumbledores body.
"Hey, how's he holding up?" I asked Ron as I slipped my hand into his for comfort
"Hey, Hermione," Ron said he blushed bright red and looked down at our hands, I found it adorable but I didn't like him that way we were just friends, "Yeah he's getting there, it's gonna take a while though."
"He will come through, we'll just have to give him time."
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