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Chapter 30

Draco was just sitting on the sofa doing nothing. I wanted to ask Tallulah for help but a small part of him was telling him that it wasn't something she could tell him to do.

"Tallulah." Draco said after a while of considering whether it would work. To his surprise, she appeared before him with a small, lingering frown upon her face.

"I won't tell you. Don't bother asking." She said with...a glare? Why was she glaring at him. Draco didn't remember ever seeing such an expression on her face.

"Are you ok?" He heard his mouth ask before he had time to register it had happened. Tallulah seemed a little shocked by his question.

"I visited your time." She said stiffly. "I didn't know you followed the Dark Lord."

"I don't." Draco said firmly and at Tallulah's questioning look he elaborated. "I was forced. I never wanted to be a part of them. I don't think his views on the world are right. I know I was a git all my life at Hogwarts but I never meant any of those horrible things I said to Muggle Borns and such. I guess… I guess I was trying to convince myself as much as I was trying to convince others."

"You didn't need to say those things." Tallulah said, her voice losing some of the coldness it had previously contained.

"I know." Draco sighed. "I realise that now."

"What made you realise?" Tallulah asked, now with a knowing smile gracing her face. "Perhaps a pretty, brunette Gryffindor?" Draco felt his face colour slightly and Tallulah didn't miss it. "To help her, think of what Dumbledore would tell you conquers all."

She then just evaporated into the air again and Draco ran a hand through his hair. Dumbledore… what did he believe was the most powerful form of magic? Then it clicked. Love.

Draco then got worried. Love wasn't something that somebody could choose to have and if he needed to love Hermione… Love takes time. It wasn't the sort of thing to be as rushed as it was currently going. But how else was he going to save her?

If Draco was honest with himself...he liked Hermione. Like, a lot. But love? Love was a strong word and shouldn't be used in day to day conversations. But he needed to love her. He had to. He couldn't grow to love her is she couldn't even talk to him…

He decided that he should just give it a go and tell her he liked her. He would say that love was too strong a word for him to use at the current moment and he would have to hope for the best of Hermione.

He walked upstairs and froze. Hermione's face had a fuge cut going from the top of her forehead down the side of her face and to her jaw. He ran towards her and grabbed her hand. She still seemed asleep.

"Crap." Draco said under his breath and he tried to wake her up.

"Draco. How nice to see you." Draco heard a voice say on the other side of the room. He knew who it was. He would recognise the voice anywhere. But how in Merlin's name did he get here? He could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"She isn't going to wake up." He then heard a second voice say. He was sure that one was Titus.

Draco slowly turned around to see Titus Malfoy and…

...his father.

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