I have been itching to write another Dramione fan fic. My first fan fic was Snake Bitten over 5 years ago. I do not know how many chapters this will be yet, but I hope you enjoy. Be kind.*

From the office of Kingsley Shacklebot

Minister of Magic

5th of July 1998

Miss Hermione Granger,The trial of Lucius Malfoy, accused of being a Death Eater and of harboring Lord Voldemort during the Second Wizard War, begins today at 1 o'clock. You are being asked to be present, if possible. You may be sequestered for a victim statement. Hoping you are well.

~ Malfalda Hopkirk

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No matter how many times she read it, nothing changed. Hermione curled back up in her bed, letting the note float to the floor. Two months had past since the Battle of Hogwarts. Two months of nightmares. Two months of trying to ignore the world, including her own friends. Ron and her only lasted a month. They could not find a reason to stay together. They loved each other, that was for certain, but it didn't work. Not right now at least.

The Ministry asked if there was anything they could do for her, she asked for them to find her parents and give them back their memories. They'd found her parents in Australia two weeks after the battle. Her mum had the hardest time in adjusting. Forgiving Hermione for using magic against them was still a work in progress. Her mum left to "visit" her brother and his family, Hermione's Uncle Richard. That was almost a month ago. Her dad was the most understanding. "You did what you did to protect us." he'd told her. He tried making his wife understand, she left instead. Said she just "needed time." The thoughts of the past two months overwhelmed her so much sometimes. She had completely shut herself off from her friends.

Hermione glanced at the clock on her bedside table, 8:14am. With a sigh, she rolled out of bed and trudged into the bathroom to shower. The hot water beat down on her, soaked into her aching muscles and muffled her cries. She was tired of everything. She wanted to escape. She shuddered at the thought of needing to go to The Ministry for Lucius Malfoy's trial. Harry would be there, possibly Ron, so even though she felt physically ill at the thought of being there, she had to be the brave Griffindor she knew she could be.

She dressed and threw her hair in a smart updo using some Sleakeezy's to tame her mass of curls. They were always worse in the summer months. Her dad looked up from his paper as he sat with a cup of coffee. "Oh! Y-you're up! And dressed?" he said with a smile and hope filled eyes. Hermione grabbed a mug and poured her own cup of coffee. "Trial's today at 1 o'clock. I'm being asked to come." The uneasiness radiated off her dad's whole being. "It's absolutely necessary for you to be there? I mean, haven't you been through enough?" His voice began to shake and tears filled his eyes. "I'll be okay. Harry will be there." she tried to smile but even she knew it was forced. Her dad got up from his chair and gave her a hug. She really did need one after all.

"Draco, darling. You have to go. It's your father." Narcissa had been trying to convince her son that he must be there to support his father, for appearances only really. She really couldn't care less if she ever saw his face again. "I have no wish to see him. He did this to us, to me. I would have never taken the Dark Mark if it wasn't for him sacrificing me to that bastard." He tried to keep an even tone for her. His mother, the only woman that ever cared about his well-being. "I know that, my darling, but we need to keep a united front, even if we don't agree with what your father did. He said he hadn't felt like he had a choice." Even she, herself, was angry with Lucius. He'd taken advantage of their son, used him, used her. She shuddered at the memories of abuse, rape, and neglect.

Draco scoffed and continued pacing the room. They had to use the guest house behind the gardens until after the Manor house was cleansed of all Dark Magic. Draco hated the manor and after he completed his last year of Hogwarts, he planned on getting his own place. Every inch of that place held nightmares, especially one room in particular. He still saw her laying there, being tortured, and still not giving in to his demented aunt. He didn't know how long he'd been staring out the window, but he could hardly hear his mother trying to get his attention.

"Draco!" she yelled finally rousing him. "Yes, mother?" She walked over to him and lovingly caressed him cheek. "Where do you go when that happens?" She'd noticed it over the past few months. Draco would seem in a sort of trance. "Nowhere. Just lost in my thoughts, mother." She pulled him into a hug. "Please go with me. I can't do this alone." she pleaded. "Okay. I will go, but only to support you. He's no father of mine."

Hermione exited the Floo at The Ministry instantly feeling all eyes on her. She searched with her eyes to see if she recognized anyone. "Nobody I know." she thought to herself. The horrid statue was gone and in its place a beautiful memorial fountain wall. Hermione walked up to the fountain and read the plaque:

"In memory of those that sacrificed their lives for the world in which we live in today.Live every day for them. You are their legacy.Fac fortia et patere— do brave deeds and endure."

"Hmpf." she snorted and walked over to the front desk. "Um, excuse me. Could you tell me where to go for the trial?" The wizard at the desk didn't look up from his copy of The Daily Prophet, only asked her name. "Hermione Jean Granger." she said in a low voice. The wizard looked up and got on his feet, "Oh, I beg your pardon miss. So sorry for my rudeness. My name is Basil Erickson. Huge, huge fan." Hermione could feel her face getting hot in embarrassment. "Well, that's kind of you. Where do I go then? For the trial?"

He sent her to the lifts, even going so far as to ask to escort her. "Thanks, but I've got it." She couldn't believe that just happened. The courtroom was in the bottom floor. She was getting ready to press the button to close the elevator when a hand stopped the door. "I've got it mother. Come now. I want to get this over with as fast as, oh." Draco Malfoy and his mother, great, just what Hermione needed. "Miss Granger? Why, I hardly recognized you! You look lovely." Narcissa Malfoy's haughty voice was no more, instead she sounded happy to see Hermione Granger. As if they were long lost friends running into each other. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Malfoy." Hermione said looking down at her shoes and backing all the way to the corner of the lift.

The ride down to the courtroom was excruciatingly long. Ministry workers got on a off at different floors. The whole time Hermione felt a panic attack coming on. She didn't speak, just tried to control her breathing and subconsciously rubbed her arm; the one that still bared the reddened scar of the cursed name the very boy in the lift trying not to look at her had called her since 2nd year at school. Narcissa whispered something into Draco's ear that caused him to peek over quickly at Hermione. She saw his ears redden.

The lift finally opened to the bottom floor and Draco Malfoy practically ran out of it. Narcissa took her time, allowing Hermione to exit first. As they began walking, Narcissa Malfoy called out to Hermione, "Miss Granger, could we speak a moment?" Hermione felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach. "Of course." She eyed the woman cautiously as she sat on one of the benches outside the courtroom. "Miss Granger, I want to formally apologize to you for what occured in our home. My sister was a cruel, vile woman. We were brought up to hate Muggles and Muggle-Borns. It never felt right to me, even being married to Lucius Malfoy, it still never sat right with me the way they treated Muggle-Borns. My youngest sister Andromeda married a Muggle-Born. Rest his soul. I was not allowed to speak with my sister, she was disowned. I miss her to this day." She looked whistfull and forelorn.

"She still lives. Have you tried contacting her?" Hermione felt sad for her. She truly looked remorseful. "How could I after what Bella did? She murdered her, my beautiful niece." Narcissa bit her fist and turned her head to stop herself from crying in front of the younger witch. "You have a great-nephew. Did you know that? Little Teddy Lupin. Such a sweet baby. Mrs. Malfoy?" Narcissa put her hand up, "Please, call me Narcissa. I don't know how much longer I'll be Mrs. Malfoy. I haven't told my son yet, but no matter what the outcome of this trial, I am leaving Lucius. He put us through Hell. Forced my son to take that disgusting mark. He ruined my beautiful boy. Draco, he's different. He had been ever since. You know, he only took the Mark to save us. He was told if he did not, if he refused, then myself and Lucius would be fed to that damned snake and he'd make him watch then kill him after?"'

Hermione's knot became bigger. She noticed the woman staring at her. "You really are beautiful, aren't you?" Hermione's cheeks turned pink at the compliment. Narcissa patted her hand then rose up from the bench with grace and poise. "Good day to you. And thank you for the chat. By the way, are you returning to Hogwarts to finish out your N.E.W.T.S.?" The question surprised her. Why would Narcissa Malfoy care if she finished school? "Yes, I am." she answered. The lady nodded then simply said, "Good." then entered the courtroom leaving a very befuddled Hermione Granger behind.

"Hermione!" She jumped at the sound of her name, turning to see Harry and Ginny. "Oh thank Merlin! I'd thought I was the only one to show." she said as she brought them both in for a hug. "What did Malfoy's mother want? Are you okay? Did she say something to you?" Harry asked his best friend as he searched her eyes. "Well, it was quite odd. She'd actually apologized for what happened in the Manor. Seemed very distressed about it." Harry scoffed, "Probably trying to butter you up so you don't speak about it during the trial if they call you up to testify."

She told him almost everything that Narcissa had said, except for the part about leaving Lucius. "I believe she was very sincere." Hermione finished. "Well, if she is interested in making amends with Andromeda, then I could speak to her." Harry was so innately good. Hermione smiled at him. "So how are you two doing? How's everything at The Burrow?" They eased into their conversation like no time had passed. No mention was made of her ghosting them all. They knew she'd needed time to heal.

"Lucius Malfoy. You are being accused of aiding and abedding Tom Marvolo Riddle otherwise known as the dark wizard Lord Voldemort. You have been accused of the kidnapping and murder of Miss Charity Burbbage. Also, using your home as a prison for Garrick Ollivander, Luna Lovegood, Dean Thomas, Griphook, Ronald Weasley, and Harry Potter, as well as aiding Bellatrix LeStrange in using the Cruciatus Curse on Hermione Granger and your own son, Draco Malfoy." Gasps were heard all around at the last accusation. "His own child?" the woman behind Hermione whispered to the witch next to her. Hermione searched the courtroom for the platinum blond hair of Draco Malfoy. She didn't see him. "They must be behind me." she thought to herself.

"Firstly, I would like to thank those whom were victim to this man for coming today. It shows great strength. I would like to call Narcissa Malfoy, wife of the accused, to the stand." Kingsley Shacklebot said in a clear, smooth voice. The courtroom was abuzz with whispers as the Lady Malfoy walked to the stand, clearly avoiding any eye contact with Lucius. "Thank you for coming today, Lady Malfoy. Please take a seat if you will." Kingsley took her hand and helped her into the chair. "Thank you, Minister." Her voice sounded smaller than before, she was nervous. "Mrs. Malfoy, your husband is being accused of many things today, but in our private conversation, you also made accusations, is that correct?" he asked her in a softer voice than earlier. "You do not need to talk about this if you do not want to, but I urge you too."

Narcissa closed her eyes, took a breathe, then nodded. "He allowed them to abuse and rape me!" She cried out, then began to sob. The courtroom errupted in shouts of horror. A flash of white hair came running passed Hermione as she watched Draco Malfoy lunge toward his father. "You sick bastard! I'll kill you!" he yelled as two Aurors held him back. "Mother! Why didn't you tell me? I'll kill them all! Who did it?" Narcissa was being comforted by Kingsley. Hermione felt the tears running down her own face. Ginny and Harry each took one of her hands as comfort. "Silence!" Kingsley's voice boomed quieting the room. "Continue if you can."

Narcissa looked shaken, but pulled her shoulders back and continued. "He also tried to convince The Dark Lord that if he let him live, he would give me to him to do with as he wished. Lucius forced my son to take the Dark Mark and used him to do his dirty work; going so far as to threaten to kill me if he didn't obey. My child cannot sleep, he doesn't eat, he's broken. He broke my son's spirit all because of his damn obsession with blood purity. He was an abusive bastard, to me and my son. And I would like to dissolve my marriage as soon as possible." More murmurs filled the room. Draco was subdued into unconsciousness as he was dragged out of the room by the two Aurors that held him. Hermione actually felt very sorry for the boy and felt the need to check on him. Harry saw it in her face. "Don't you even think about going to check on him, Hermione. It's Draco bloody Malfoy." Hermione looked to Ginny and her face matched Harry's. Narcissa Malfoy left the stand and Harry was called up. When he got up, Hermione took her chance to leave the room much to Ginny's chagrin.

Hermione looked up and down the hall. Empty. She began to walk down the hall and a voice caught her ear. "Thank you both but I have him now." The door opened and the two Aurors emerged. "Tough cookie, that one. Could you imagine being married to that sick fucker?" She overheard the one Auror talking to his partner. Hermione reached the door and knocked lightly. "Come in." she heard Narcissa call out. "Ah, Miss Granger. What on Earth are you doing here?" Narcissa was sitting with Draco's head in her lap, still unconscious. "Is, is he alright?" she asked meekly. The older witch smiled at her. "I should have prepared him, but I did not even know if I had it in me to tell that part. They're all dead now anyway. Nobody left to punish except for Lucius."

Hermione didn't know why but she felt herself drawn to the pair. She put her hand on the lady's shoulder. "That was truly brave of you. You are stronger than you think." She heard her sniffle. "I, um, talked to Harry. He's Teddy's godfather, you see, and he says he would be happy to talk with Andromeda. If you want, that is." Narcissa looked up st Hermione, making a mental note in her head. "Smart, beautiful, brave, strong, endearing. Yes, she'll do nicely for my Draco." She smiled at the young witch and simply said, "That would be lovely."

Hermione arrived back in the courtroom just as she was being called up to the stand. "Miss Hermione Granger, if you could please tell the court of the events at Malfoy Manor in March of this year." Hermione took a moment to control herself, taking slow, deep breaths. "Whenever you are ready, dear girl." Kingsley whispered soothingly. We had been hunting the Seven Horcrux that Voldemort made. We, being Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and myself. We had just escaped an attack by Death Eaters at Xenophillius Lovegood's home when we were chased and ultimately caught by some snatchers. I hit Harry in the face with a Stinging jinx so that he would hopefully be unrecognizable. It seemed to work until one of them noticed his scar. They tied us up and brought us, as well as Dean Thomas and Griphook whom had already been captured, to the front gate of Malfoy Manor.

Upon entering, Lucius Malfoy forced his son Draco to identify him, but he did not. He told his father that he didn't know if it was him or not. If not for his refusal to identify us, we'd probably be dead." Excited murmurs erupted again. Hermione continued, "Ron had found the Sword of Griffindor, so I had stored it in my bag for safe keeping. Well, one of the Snatchers found it and claimed it was theirs now, and Bellatrix went ballistic and choked the Snatcher, I think his name was Scabior. She had Ron and Harry locked in the cellar, but kept me in the Drawing Room." Hermione watched as Narcissa and Draco Malfoy returned to their seats. Meeting her eyes, Draco felt his heart stop. She was watching him, and not with the hateful stare she usually wore. She continued her testimony.

"When I told her we found the sword, she accused us of breaking into her vault at Gringott's Bank. I told her we did not, and she struck me and called me a liar. That's when Lucius Malfoy came over and tossed me to the ground, telling her my name and blood status. Well, Bellatrix then asked which of the men wanted to rape me first. Narcissa Malfoy stepped in and refused to let that happen in her home. Lucius Malfoy then offered an alternative. The Cruciatus Curse. It was pure agony, I wanted to die, but I didn't. They tried to break me, but I did not break." This last part she said as she stared down the older Malfoy, a ghost of his former self. "Then Harry and Ron had escaped the cellar and dueled with the Malfoy's and Bellatrix put a knife to my throat, halting everything, promising to bleed me dry if they did not drop their wands. She ordered Draco Malfoy to call on Voldemort using the Dark Mark, again he refused, so Lucius Malfoy did instead, only the Malfoy's former house-elf, Dobby appeared and dropped a chandelier above our heads causing Bellatrix LeStrange to run away to save herself as Ronald Weasley caught me. We then disapparated, but Dobby was stabbed with Bellatrix LeStrange's dagger as he help Harry escape."

It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. "Thank you, Miss Granger, you may step down now." Kingsley helped Hermione out of her chair, and she took her seat between Ginny and Harry, but not before catching Draco's steely grey eyes staring straight through her soul. She felt a blush creep into her cheeks. "You did great, Hermione." Ginny gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. There was a brief adjournment before sentencing. Lucius Malfoy refused to speak on his behalf. What was the point really?

Hermione had excused herself from Ginny and Harry, once again finding herself pulling towards the Malfoy's. She walked towards them, but passed by and headed into an open room, closing the door behind her. She sat there, contemplative, staring at her scar. She closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing. She hadn't heard the door open and close again so the sound of a voice startled her.

"Granger, what are you doing?" She jumped slightly and opened her eyes. Chocolate brown met steely gray.

"I just needed a moment alone. Panic attack." she answered, pulling her sleeve back down over the hideous reminder of her torture.

"Ah, yes. Is that what they are called? I know them all too well." he answered gesturing towards the other chair, wordlessly asking to sit.

"Of course. Um, how are you feeling?" He sat and looked over at her. Hermione Granger was beautiful. He'd thought so ever since the Yule Ball fourth year. He still remembered the fight him and Pansy had when he couldn't stop staring at Hermione that cold, December night.

"You're staring at her again! Put your tongue back in your mouth. Ugh! She's a dirty Mudblood, remember? Even dolled up, she can't change that!" Pansy hissed in his ear as they sat at their table while watching the other couples slow dance. "I am not staring at her! I'm watching the dancers and she just happens to be with Victor Krum, one of my favorite Quidditch players. She does look fit though, now that you mention it." he said it with a sly smirk knowing it would piss Pansy off. She'd been the one to point Granger out and now she was mad that he kept checking her out?

He watched Hermione smiling up at Krum while they danced. Then he watched her blush as the Bulgarian whispered something in her ear. Suddenly feeling the urge to run up and cut in on their dance, he stood up. "Where the bloody hell are you going?" Pansy barked at him. "To dance." He walked up to where the couple was and heard her giggle, "No, really?" she asked her dance partner. "Yes. Ven ve arrived, he vas in such a rush to get on land dat he tripped right over his feet and right on his face. He hates ships." Victor finished his story about one of his fellow Durmstrang student or maybe Karkaroff himself. Draco was standing off to the side of the dance floor listening to them talk. He looked over at his table of Slytherins and saw them watching him. Theo and Blaise were smirking, Crabbe and Goyle scowling, and Pansy and the rest of the girls were silently hexing him with their stares. The music stopped and another began, now was his chance. "Um, excuse me, but could I cut in?" he asked. Hermione looked at him with disdain, then laughed, "Ignore him. He's just trying to get a rise out of me, Victor. Let's go get a drink." Victor Krum looked at Draco, confused, as they walked away. He stared after them and saw her sneak a peek over her shoulder at him. He walked back to the table and everyone was laughing. "Shut up." he said as he slipped back down in his seat.

He was lost in his own thoughts again. Hermione watched as his eyes lost focus and he seemed to be in another place. "Malfoy?" he stared, seeming not to hear her. "Malfoy!" she shouted rousing him from his thoughts.

"What, what did you say? Sorry I zoned out." She looked worried.

"I ask how you were feeling. You had to be subdued in there." He shrugged.

"As well as can be expected after learning my father is even more of a hateful bastard as I had previously thought." He put his head down on his stretched out arm then felt her soft hand touch him.

"I would have probably done the same or worse if my father ever allowed something so vile to happen to my mother." He looked up at her and noticed that she looked at him, not with pity, but something else entirely.

"Is your father cruel?" he asked out of curiosity. Everything his father taught him about Muggles was prejudice at best.

"My dad? No, not at all. He's probably the nicest man you'd ever know. He does not even kill bugs if they are in the house. He catches them and releases them back outside." she said with the sweetest laugh his ears had ever heard causing him to smile for the first time in what felt like years. "His name is Jasper, and he's a dentist, that's a Muggle version of a healer that fixes people's teeth, he's just a sweetheart." she gushed about her father, Draco felt a pang of jealousy but it quickly disappeared.

"And your mother?" Draco asked out of curiosity, but watched as her smile fell. "Oh, my apologies. Is she no longer living?" he sputtered out.

"No, she's alive, it's just complicated. Long story." Draco cocked an eyebrow at her,

"I've got time, Granger. An hour recess, remember?" Hermione sighed then began,

"When the war began, I needed to protect them, my parents. I knew they'd come after them to get to me, so I obliviated their memories of me and planted a new one. They left Britain and moved to Australia with new identities and no memory I ever existed." Shit, thought Draco, that is some crazy shit. She continued.

"After the battle, the Ministry helped me find them. Two weeks later, they had their memories restored. Dad understood my reasons, and Mum? Not so much. She left us. She says she just needs time, but I don't think she is coming back." He watched a tear fall off the tip of her nose and land on the table. "I've really messed everything up. My friends don't understand. They think I should just get over everything that happened to me, like it's easy. I've got a cruel name branded on my arm for crying out loud!" Draco couldn't stop himself from reaching out his hand and grabbing her arm. He rolled his chair closer and lifted her sleeve. MUDBLOOD in a red raised scar.

"I should have stopped her. Got you out of there. I wanted to, but you need to understand, Granger, they would have killed my mother to spite me. I think about that day all the time. I knew it was Potter there in front of me, but couldn't turn him in. I had only hoped he'd figure out a way to escape before that stinging jinx wore off. I'm sorry for treating you like shite too, in school. When I came home first year and my father found out that I was only second in our class, he asked who was first. When I told him your name, he instantly knew you were Muggle-born. He struck me across my face and then told me that if he ever found out I was friends with you, he'd kill me. So, instead I had to make you hate me." Draco's voice was basically at a whisper as he spoke so softly to her. "My mum knew though." He added.

"Knew what, Malfoy?" Hermione asked.

"She knew I longed to know you. I had told her, you see. I could talk to her. She may have been raised as a pure-blood, but she never truly fed into the ideaology of it all. So, I would talk to her about you when father was not around."

Hermione looked wary. "Why would he need to talk about me?" she thought to herself.

"I told her about the Yule Ball. How I felt like I couldn't breathe when I saw you enter the ballroom that night. How beautiful you looked in that pretty blue gown. How I fought with Pansy because I wanted nothing more than to ask you to dance. How you scolded me and stalked off after asking for the next dance."

Hermione felt as if all the air in the room had been sucked out. "You actually wanted to dance with me?" she asked not believing him.

He laughed, "Yes. I mean, you saw yourself right? Every guy in that room was drooling over you, except maybe Potter." She didn't notice in fact. She was so oblivious to the stares, and the ones she did notice, she assumed were for her being with Victor Krum.

"I had no idea. It was just a fancy dress though. Same witch in it." Draco wanted to grab her and shake her because she had no clue how amazing she was.

"So, where's the Weasel? I didn't see his face in there. Isn't he supposed to be here to support you and Potter?" Draco needed to change the subject. He was getting too personal, saying too much. Hermione's whole demeanor suddenly changed. She looked annoyed.

"I have no idea where Ronald is. I really thought he'd show, but he must still be mad at me for leaving him." That caught Draco's attention.

"Oh, you and him? Not together anymore? Thought you were both gone for each other." he said with a sneer.

"We tried, well, he tried. I just cannot see myself with anyone right now. I've got too much going on in my head. It wouldn't have been fair to him, so I broke it off shortly after my parents were found." She didn't know what compelled her to tell all of this to Draco Malfoy of all people. "Besides, I'm returning to Hogwarts and him and Harry are beginning Auror training. There wouldn't be any time for us to be together. He's owled me asking to see me before he leaves. I haven't written him back."

He could see the sadness in her eyes, but couldn't help but be relieved that the Weasel had his heart broken by the witch. "So, I guess we will be seeing each other then? I'm returning to Hogwarts as well. Mother insisted. She's going to be staying in the guest house at the manor. I can't be there anymore. I hate it. As soon as I finish my N.E.W.T.S, I am selling the manor. Hell, I'll give it away. I'm getting my own place and finding my mother a place. She'll start a new life, free from that bastard." His sneer was back, that contempt he felt...the anger. Hermione only nodded in understanding.

There was a knock at the door and Narcissa poked her head in the room. "They've called us all back in, darling. Miss Granger, you are more than welcome to sit with us." she said with a smile.

"Thank you, but I think I will sit with Harry and Ginny again. I'll, uh, see you at school, Draco. It was...nice, you know. Talking to you, as friends this time." She stuck her hand out and he shook it.

They both felt it, like electricity surging through their body. Narcissa watched the exchange with mirth. "See you around, Granger."

Guilty and sentence to life in Azkaban, Lucius Malfoy laughed at his sentencing. Draco and his mother were asked if they wanted to speak to him. Narcissa refused, but surprisingly, Draco agreed. They led him to a room, guards flanked him on each side and his father was shackled. "My son. You've come. I did not expect you to want to see me." his voice came out gravely.

"Only to say this. You may have helped create me, but you were never a father to me. Severus Snape felt more like a father to me than you ever did. I grieve for him, but I will not grieve your loss. I hope you rot in that place." Draco's voice was calm yet cold. He went to leave, but turned to leave his father with one last thing before he left his life for good. "Oh, and father?" Lucius looked up through the strands of dirty hair hanging in his face. "I am friends with a Muggle-Born now and hope for more. The pure-blood line of the Malfoy's ends with me."

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