Hermione yanked his injured arm towards her. "I've seen your blood Malfoy. I've actually kept it from spilling out all over the floor. And let me tell you, it looks the same as mine." She angrily flung his arm away from her. "People will die Malfoy. People like you. People like me. But in this moment, we live outside of that. We are the same."

Clary Fray is at the end of her rope when Jace finds her and takes her in. He's used to keeping secrets, but this tiny, fiery stranger has a way of getting behind his defenses. Little does he know that her secrets are far more dangerous than he could ever predict.

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.