"Draco," she began, gently. He breathed in sharply, fingers inching toward his wand.
"Don't," Harry snapped. Then subsided.
"What are you doing here?"
He pressed his lips together.
"How did you get here?"
"The same way you did, Granger," Blaise said. "We walked."
Hermione didn't take her eyes off Draco. "That's good. That's why we couldn't use your Apparition records. Very good."
"I know what you're doing," Draco said in a low voice, his first speech to them. "And it's not going to work."
"What am I doing?" she asked calmly.
"You're trying to give me a… another chance. I don't fucking want it," he said, suddenly loud.
"What about your friend? Does he?"
"He wants it, baby," Blaise said, smirking. She kept looking at Draco.
"Aren't you going to answer, Draco? Does he want to spend his life like this? In a cave, living off rats?"
"We don't live off rats," Draco muttered. "And we won't be in a cave forever."
"You will be if we kill you," she said. "And we will, you know, if you don't help us."
"You couldn't. You wouldn't have the nerve."
"Oh, no, Draco, we aren't like you," Harry said. Draco raised his silver eyes to Harry's face, loathing him.
"We don't want to, Draco," she said. "We want to help you. But don't think you can't push us too far."