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My mother is dead.
I felt so lonely. Grief stabbed through me like knives. True, I didn't see my parents all that much because of school and their Order of the Phoenix work but now, when I would be home I had no one to giggle with, fight with over the length of my skirt, no one to bake me fresh croissants in the morning. My father hated croissants.
I looked up past the concerned faces of my Gryffindoor friends and looked straight at Draco. My mother had been killed by a deatheater, Dumbledore had told me that much and until now I hadn't even thought about the identity of the killer, but as Draco's eyes met mine, I knew. Lucius Malfoy had seen, of course he had been there, maybe he had even done it.
I felt a sudden lurch of revulsion, I couldn't sit here in the same room as another Malfoy. I rose quickly and ignored requests for company. For a moment I stood, frozen, staring at the lights bouncing off the Christmas tree ornaments, then ran, as fast as I could out of the Great Hall.
When I got outside the door, I slowed to a walk and partially opened the front door, breathing in the cold air, letting the icy wind blow onto my face.
'I heard' said a voice behind me. I turned.
Draco stood, leaning against the frame of the door to the Great Hall, arms folded, watching me.
'Of course you did' I spat, glaring. I wished that he would spontaneously combust on the spot.
Then, to my surprise he uncrossed his arms and moved so that there would have only been half a meter between us. For some reason, I didn't move away.
'I'm sorry about your mother' he said surprisingly sincere. 'I remember her, she was always really… nice, even when she hit me over the head with a spoon when she found out that I taught you swear words. She baked the nicest croissants, and really understood they way little kid's minds work'.
'She was a great woman' I said softly and moved forward. Once again I was overcome with emotion, but of a different kind. Slowly, I moved my mouth into a smile.
This time he let himself be drawn into a tight hug.