Prompt: Ebony
Words: 93
Hermione drummed her fingers on the ebony table, waiting for someone to say something. When it become obvious Malfoy wasn't going to say anything, she took a deep breath. She would have to be the brave one.
"I can't sleep at night." She took a deep breath, "Dolohov, he haunts me."
"Why are you telling me this?" He asked.
She shrugged. "I need to tell someone who wouldn't judge me." She laughed when she realized who she was talking too. "Well, someone who won't judge me on my personality, not my blood."
Silence.