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.

"So in effect you want me to save the woman who betrayed me and the man she betrayed me with" he scoffed at this notion. "And what Granger, should I expect in return for performing such a selfless and noble deed?" he finished sarcastically. Dramione.

“This doesn’t change anything, Granger. We’re not friends.” Draco said. “I know.” Hermione sat unmoving, listening to his retreating footfalls. She felt pretty certain that, in fact, it changed everything.