"You're pathetic." Draco snorted as he joined the group gathered by the little lake at the Burrow. Everyone frowned at him as he focused on Hermione, ignoring them all. "Look at you, bushy-haired selfish brat," They were all to stunned to respond. "Why don't you just disappear again, take off to god knows where to wallow like in your pathetic self absorbed world or hell just off yourself already so these prats can mourn the poor little princess and move on. It's not like no one has ever lost anyone before."
"You know nothing you… you… awful ferret!" Hermione screeched. "You haven't changed at all, you're still a spoiled selfish arrogant, evil little ferret!"
"Stop being such a bitch. George lost his twin in the war, Lupin lost Tonks and is raising a kid alone, you aren't the only one who lost someone they loved in the history of the world!"
"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! I HATE YOU!" She screamed at him, storming away.
"Good." Draco sighed stopping the anger in the others who were finally knocked out of shock and ready to hex him, this comment just confused them all.
"Drake?" Daphne was the one to question, the Weasley's and Potter still looking ready to hex him.
Draco didn't care, he met his long time friend's eyes, "At least she's still alive in there." He told her with a shrug. "Maybe she just needs somebody to hate for a little while and we're pretty good at that."
"Oh Draco." Astoria sighed going to him to hug him.
Harry met his eyes over the girl's head and gave him a nod of approval and gratitude. His childhood nemesis might be right. They were all tiptoeing around her letting her wallow, maybe she did need to be pushed, somebody to hate. Draco cared enough about her to let it be him.
