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Chapter Twelve

As soon as the room had been cleared, Hermione whispered furiously, "I know it was him." Draco stood, shocked, and slowly became filled with dread. He had decided sometime when he had been comforting her, that he would not tell her of his fathers involvement. It would only hurt her, which, in turn, would end up hurting him somehow. He was a Slytherin afterall, everything he did was for his own benifit.

"What makes you think that Granger?" He said viciously, slipping back into his old ways. Hermione stepped back, suprised at his sudden personality switch, but held her ground.

She raised her head, "I just know. I can feel it." Draco rolled his eyes.

"Well, Mudblood, you have no proof."

And with those parting words, he stormed out.

But he swore he could hear a desperate sob before the door swung closed.

DMHG/DMHG/DMHG/DMHG/

"Mother! I want the Mudblood of of this house, now!"

Lucius heard his sons voice echoing throughout the hallways.

He held the bridge of his nose, and tried to breathe deeply, failing miserably.

He needed Miss Granger here. He needed her to learn to love Draco. To show him the good in himself...and others.

Lucius made sure he was alone before finally shedding a tear. Contrary to popular belief, Lucius loved his wife and son dearly.

He had never wanted to kill. To maim. To torture.

He hadn't had a choice.

All he wanted was for Draco to understand.

But no. Lucius knew Draco. He knew that Draco resented him.

All because Lucius had been required to fill his sons head with prejudice.

And once again, Lucius sat in his study, cursing the boy who was once known as Tom Riddle.

Hermione took a deep breath and knocked on the door that would lead to Lucius Malfoy's study. Narcissa had pointed it out for her, and begged her to stay.

Hermmione had decided to stay, because, well, where else was she to go? Surely Dumbledore had warned the Weasleys about her actions in his office. If she went to the Burrow they would be extremly suspicious.

So, Hermione took a deep breath and knocked again. No answer. She was turning around to leave when Lucius Malfoy had opened the door.

He peered down at he, "How can I help you Miss Granger?"

"Why did you kill them?"

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