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Blood traitor	By : Dramionia Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Two days later, during breakfast, Hermione received a parcel sent by owl post. There was a short note attached to the package:

This is for your morning sickness. I hope that it will help.

DM

Of course, Draco recounted his meeting with Granger to Narcissa and mentioned Hermione’s nausea. Narcissa immediately came up with the idea to sneak into the girl’s good favor and sent her son a potion prepared according to traditional recipes that belonged to her family for generations. According to what Narcissa wrote, the potion could work wonders for an upset stomach.

Hermione looked towards the Slytherin table. Malfoy glanced at her and smile gently. Since the smiles, especially those aimed at Granger, came to him particularly hard, he practiced it in front of the mirror for all of the previous evening. He began imagining Granger and tried to smile. Before at the mention of her, only a grimace appeared on his face. Now, it had to change. The smiles began to appear on his face after a few minutes of trying. Then he decided to train for different types of smiles: shy, wide, and a half-smile. However, the best by far was his seductive smile, probably because he used it often before but never on Granger.

Hermione turned her head away from the Slytherin table. She didn’t completely know what to think about all of this. The boy surprised her again with his behavior. “Maybe the potion that he sent is a poison?” she wondered. “But why would he want to poison me? He would rather use Avada Kedavra on me than play in being nice only to poison me. Besides, there was a note that would be evidence against him if I die.”

Because nausea plagued her that day even more than before, she decided to take a chance. When no one was looking, she poured three drops of the potion into her juice as the instructions advised. She debated for a moment about whether she was being smart by trusting Malfoy. Then, she brought the cup to her lips. When her mouth was almost touching the edge of the cup, she withdrew her hand. For a moment she stared piercingly at the cup lying on the table, as if expecting the substance inside would burn a hole in the cup and start to leak. Nothing like this happened and the cup lay noiselessly where she had put it. At this point, she felt another wave of nausea flooding her. Once again, this time very slowly, she reached out for the cup of enriched pumpkin juice. Once she grabbed it, she raised it to her lips with a quick move and took a sip of the drink.

It seemed absolutely incredible to her that the nausea left her completely almost immediately after she did it. She felt great. So she picked up the cup once again, brought it to her lips and drank all of its contents in one gulp. “The world is on its head. Malfoy did something nice for me,” she thought. Then she got up from the table and walked toward the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. It was her first lesson of the day.

*****

When Hermione got to the classroom, she sat down at the table that she recently shared with Neville. The classroom was still empty, but after a while other students began to appear. Of course, Malfoy was among them. At first, he pretended that he didn’t see her and talked with Nott, not even looking in her direction. There was typical arrogance and confidence on his face. He was looking at the Gryffindors who were passing him by with superiority and contempt. But when he passed Hermione’s bench while moving towards the end of the room, he glanced discreetly at her, and once again that day, he smiled at her. When Hermione found herself thinking that maybe Malfoy was not so bad and she should give him a chance, she immediately scolded herself silently. All positive thoughts about Malfoy disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. “He is a Death Eater. I can’t trust him,” she reminded herself.

Minutes passed and Professor Snape still had not appeared. Most of the students were happy because even though they liked defense lessons, the teacher filled them with fear. Even those who were good in this subject couldn’t be confident if they weren’t Slytherins.

While waiting for the teacher, most of the students continued their conversations from the Great Hall. At the same time, some of the Slytherins and Gryffindors were pelting each other with various objects. Harry, however, didn’t participate in either the conversations or battles. He was thinking about Snape's absence and came to the conclusion that the teacher was late because he had been summoned by Voldemort and now was participating in a meeting of Death Eaters. Harry also thought that it was strange that Malfoy wasn’t absent too, because of this meeting. Harry came to the conclusion that Voldemort treated the blond differently because of his task. He couldn’t let the plan collapse and arouse suspicion due to Malfoy not showing up in the classroom.

After several minutes of waiting, the door to the classroom opened. However, it wasn’t Snape who came inside but the Headmaster in person. Harry noted that although at first glance Dumbledore appeared to look the same as usual, something was wrong. There was a lenient smile on his face as always, but his eyes lacked the mischievous sparks that were so characteristic of them. Harry was pretty sure that this lack of glimmer was related directly to the Order and its problems.

“My dears,” Dumbledore began. “It seems that Professor Snape won’t attend today’s class.” Murmurs of surprise passed through the classroom. Everyone wondered what had happened to Snape. The teacher was known for treating his duty seriously and he was never ill. No one remembered Snape being absent for even one lesson. After a moment, the individual voices of students were heard in the classroom.

“What happened to Professor Snape?” asked a clearly upset Slytherin.

“How long will he be absent?” asked one of the Gryffindors, with hope in his voice.

“At this point, I can’t answer your questions, but I hope that Professor Snape will be able to lead your next lesson and explain everything to you then,” said the Headmaster.

“Who can tell me what you learned during the last lesson?”

Hermione's hand shot up almost immediately.

“Yes, Miss Granger?”

“We have been learning about nonverbal spells, shielding and stunning,” she answered.

“Excellent. Excellent.” Dumbledore seemed to be happy. “Today, you will practice those spells. Unfortunately, I have my responsibilities and I can’t accompany you during this lesson. Professor Slughorn will take care of you. If you have any problems, I’m sure he will be happy to help you.”

At this point, the fat walrus-faced professor came into the classroom. When Dumbledore left, he immediately sat down on the chair behind the desk and pulled out a bag of candied pineapple from his pocket, then began to eat.

As was the custom during this type of exercise, the students were divided into pairs. Draco was worried about Granger getting any injuries, which could threaten the child. He was relieved when she began to practice with Longbottom. He still had not mastered nonverbal spells and the only thing coming out of his wand was a small cloud of smoke, which wouldn’t be able to harm even a fly. However, just in case something did happen, Draco stood with Goyle beside Granger and Longbottom. Draco was right next to the girl, and Goyle next to Longbottom. Draco was glad to be paired with Gregory because, like Longbottom, he also hadn’t mastered the difficult art of nonverbal spells and Draco knew he would be able to concentrate on guarding Granger.

As suspected, for most of the lesson Longbottom and Goyle failed to cast any spell, offensive or defensive, and therefore both were still paralyzed by Draco and Hermione’s spells.

“Neville, you need to concentrate,” Hermione instructed her partner. “Imagine that you utter the spell, and that it’s really shooting in my direction.”

At this point, Neville’s face expressed absolute focus. Then he closed his eyes and pointed his wand. But because of his closed eyes, he didn’t see anything and instead of Hermione, his wand was directed at the heavy bookcase behind her. It was a bookstand with various mysterious devices, such as sneakoscopes, monitors for enemies and other objects used to defend against the Dark Arts. When it seemed that nothing more remarkable than the absence of Snape would occur during this lesson, things happened quickly.

While no one expected it to happen, a bright spell’s ray shot from Neville’s wand and sped toward the bookcase behind Hermione. The girl only had time to look back to see Neville’s nonverbal spell hitting the furniture. The bookstand lurched and crackled. Draco saw in slow motion that it had begun to tilt and in a second would fall on Hermione, who was standing next to it. His only thought was “bloody hell” before he jumped toward the girl who was speechless and paralyzed with shock. Draco pushed her away and shielded her before the shelf collapsed. A split second later, the class could hear a terrible crash while furniture fell to the floor, smashing the blonde’s leg. The boy fell to the ground, crushed by the bookcase.

When his bewilderment passed, Draco screamed silently with pain and cursed Granger, who put him in this situation. He looked at the shocked faces of the other students, and then at his own leg, which was twisted unnaturally. His robe was covered in fresh blood stains. He realized that his heroic rescue of the Mudblood might cause some suspicions, so in spite of the rushing pain, he decided to pretend that he was in this situation out of his own volition.

“Gregory, did you really have to do this?! And because of you I fell into Granger! You know I would never touch a Mudblood on my own accord!” he told his friend with exasperation in his voice. “Well, at least you managed a non-verbal spell,” he added after a moment.

“Really? I managed to do that?” asked a surprised Goyle, because he didn’t remember a spell’s ray getting out of his wand. But he smiled happily, because if Malfoy said something, that meant it was true.

Hermione looked from Goyle to Malfoy, and then to Neville. She still wasn’t sure what had happened, but it seemed to her that she saw the spell shoot from Neville’s wand, striking the shelf, and Malfoy jumped to protect her. She was almost sure she didn’t see Goyle’s spell, especially one strong enough to throw Malfoy over some distance. In addition, they were training on paralyzing spells, and they didn’t work that way. She felt angry with Malfoy for speaking about her again in such a bad manner and grateful that he saved her from the falling furniture at the same time. She didn’t understand what was going on with Malfoy at all. At this point, she decided that she had to talk to him again and he had to explain his behavior to her. The sudden rescue was absolutely unusual for him. She never saw that guy risking his neck for someone else.

“Mr. Malfoy, go to the hospital wing immediately. Madam Pomfrey will take care of you. Mr. Goyle, please escort your friend,” said the teacher who was so preoccupied with his pineapples that he hadn’t seen the incident. “The rest of you are free,” he finished, then took his bag of pineapples from the desk and walked out of the classroom.

The students almost immediately gathered their belongings and left in groups. Only Harry and Ron stayed. They had been practicing non-verbal spells near Hermione and Neville and saw what really happened.

“Did you see that, Harry?” asked Ron. “He really saved her from the cabinet.”

“But why would he do that? I though he would never do anything gratuitously,” Harry wondered.

“Exactly. It's really weird. Even when he was dating Slytherin girls, he never did anything like that for them,” his friend agreed with him.

“Do you think he is really in love with Hermione? It doesn’t make any sense.”

“It's really weird. Really weird,” Ron muttered, collecting his belongings in his bag.

*****

The same day that afternoon, Draco lay on one of the beds in the hospital wing and cursed Granger. He would prefer to look after Blast-Ended Skrewts rather than the annoying Miss Know-it-all. His right leg no longer hurt and Draco wished he asked someone to bring him something to read because he was terribly bored. He could only stare at the ceiling. He was alone since Madam Pomfrey left, requested by the Headmaster. He closed his eyes and decided to take a nap, but it was too early to feel sleepy. So he just lay thinking about what an unrewarding task protecting Granger was. Instead of being grateful, she accused him of insincere intentions. The boy seemed to forget that his intentions were, in fact, not entirely genuine and instead he focused on how underrated he was by others. He concluded that no one but his parents believed in him.

Suddenly, he heard a shy and quiet voice.

“Hey, are you sleeping? Can I talk to you for a while?”

He opened his eyes and saw the cause of his recent troubles beside his bed. He wondered how she managed to get here so silently.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, not very politely.

“You were absent at afternoon classes, so I thought I would let you borrow my notes,” she answered, handing him a few rolled parchments.

“I don’t need your notes,” he growled, but reached out and took the scrolls of parchment from her. He was still angry at the whole situation with Granger and some stupid notes couldn’t change that. “Is this the only reason for your visit?” he asked after a moment, sensing that her unexpected appearance must hide something more.

“I wanted to know why,” she explained.

“Why what?” He pretended he didn’t know what she meant. He felt satisfaction that she would have to mention his valiant deed. He felt like a hero, and suddenly a hitherto unknown feeling of pride because of his actions appeared in his heart.

“Why did you do that? Why did you protect me?”

Draco smiled proudly to hear those words.

“I promised you,” was his only explanation.

“But I still don’t understand.” She paused for a moment and bit her lower lip. “One day this child is the greatest tragedy for you and the next you are talking about how you are going to take it to Quidditch matches. I'm not stupid and I can see that something is not right. I would love to be wrong and that is why I am inclined to believe you if you explain it to me in a convincing manner.” She didn’t know if she would ever rely on him, but now she needed his explanations.

“But I can’t explain it. It’s just the way I feel,” he stubbornly continued his game.

“Do you really want me to believe that this is reason enough for you to expose your position, or even risk your life?” She paused for a moment. She was not sure whether she should tell him the whole truth, and admit all the feelings and doubts that were recently overwhelming her. Finally, she came to the conclusion that this conversation would lead to nothing if she wasn’t absolutely sincere with him. “You see, this decision was really difficult for me. I thought a lot about this child. I wondered what I could teach it, how I would like to give it a name―”

“Cepheus,” he interrupted.

“What?”

“I want him to be called Cepheus,” he answered calmly.

“And if it's a girl?” she asked almost automatically, without thinking about why she was continuing this topic.

“I'm sure it's a boy.”

“And if not?” she pressured.

“Cassiopeia.”

“Nice.” She smiled involuntarily. “When did you come up with this?”

“I had a lot of time lying here.” It was true. As soon as he ceased to think of Granger and Madam Pomfrey, he thought of the child whose life he defended. He didn’t even know when he started to think about names. The first that came to his mind was Cepheus. He immediately liked it. It sounded nice and was associated with the tradition of Naming in the Black family. Then he began to wonder whether the half-blood child was worthy of wearing a name so typical for his mother’s pureblood family and if it wasn’t a waste of a good idea. But then he came to the conclusion that there were enough constellations to find other equally beautiful names. Following the same trail, Draco quickly came to the decision that if the child was a girl she should be called Cassiopeia, like his great-grandfather's sister. He personally didn’t believe the child would be female because there had been no girls in the Malfoy family for several generations.

Hermione just nodded with understanding.

“Well, back to what I said before...” saying this, she looked at him and sat on the edge of his bed.

Draco's mouth twisted in disgust with his characteristic smirk, but he quickly called himself to order and his face broke into a gentle, permissive smile.

“Like I said, I thought a lot about all of this. I really don’t want to get rid of the baby, but I know that by deciding to have it, I can lose too much. I am ready to give this baby up, although its half-blood origin doesn’t bother me. I don’t want to believe that you, having as much to lose as me and with the views that you have on blood purity, are ready to make a different decision. Put yourself in my situation. Would you believe in your own sincerity?”

“Explain to me again what you would lose by deciding to have this child?” he asked, trying to avoid answering her question.

“I'll be expelled from the school.”

“Do you really think that Dumbledore would expel you? And even if he would like to, I can convince him to change his mind.”

“Would you mind telling me how?” she asked, becoming interested.

“I can’t tell you now,” he said after a brief hesitation. It was not a good time to reveal the whole truth about the Dark Lord's plan.

“How can I trust you if you don’t want to tell me?” She was annoyed. She knew how Malfoy was, but she still hoped that their conversation would be absolutely honest.

“I'll tell you when you make the right decision and the child is safe.” Draco knew that when he convinced her to give birth to this child, they would have to tell Dumbledore about what happened and then he would have to reveal the Dark Lord's plan to the Headmaster. Granger should also know the truth, to understand the difficult position Draco was in.

“Somehow, I sincerely doubt it. Anyway, that's not all. If I have this child with you, I will lose Harry and Ron forever.”

“Why do you care about those morons?” he asked, still not understanding why she was so attached to Scarhead and Redhead. “You should be happy that someone like me will protect you.”

“Those are my best friends, you presumptuous―”

“Friends?” he interrupted her, and mockery appeared in his voice. “They don’t even want to hear your explanations.”

“They experienced a great shock and have to come back to themselves. They will forgive me if I prove to them that you and I have no connections.”

“And do you really believe that?” he continued to mock her.

“What do you know about true friendship?!” She got up from his bed and turned to leave.

Draco realized that he applied the wrong strategy again. He reached out and stopped her by grabbing her wrist.

“I'm just saying what I see,” he told her, his voice a lot smoother. “What if you knew that they would forgive you and accept the situation? Would you agree?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, I would agree,” she responded while pulling her hand out of his grip. She said nothing more and walked towards the exit.

*****

Draco had a plan. However, since the conversation with Hermione, a few days had passed during which he still hesitated. He had never done such things before and would give almost anything to avoid the talk that awaited him. But he knew it was his last resort because Granger was not convinced by his words or actions so far. He had to prove to her how much he cared for that child, so he decided to do something he found very humiliating.

Now, he walked toward the Quidditch pitch where the Gryffindors’ training was taking place. When he reached the field, the Gryffindors were just finishing with their practice, but most of them were still in the air. Draco stood in one of the stands and began to watch Potter and Weasley whizz by on their broomsticks.

At one point, his eyes crossed with those of the Boy-Who-Lived. Anger appeared on the brunette's face and his broom immediately sped towards the Slytherin. When Ron realized what was going on, he headed after his friend at once. Moments later, the two landed next to Malfoy.

“What do you want?!” Harry asked angrily.

“I can stand where I like to,” Draco snapped.

“Do you want to preview our strategy, because you can’t beat Harry otherwise?” Ron sneered.

“What I saw didn’t look like any strategy but rather like a bunch of idiots who think that they are playing Quidditch.” At this point, Ron pulled out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy. Draco, however, didn’t draw his and only stood still. “Potter, restrain your friend. I came here to talk.”

“What about?” Harry became interested. “I assume you don’t want to borrow our transfiguration notes?”

“Not here,” Draco said, because Gryffindors had landed nearby, one after another, interested with the conversation. “I don’t want someone to overhear us.”

“How do I know that this is not a trick?” Harry asked.

“What? Are you afraid?” Malfoy sneered and his face broke into a mocking smirk.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m just not going to trust a Death Eater.”

“If you are so careful, you can choose the place where we will talk.”

“Why should we agree to this?” Harry asked.

When Malfoy said nothing for a long moment and his face began to fill with rage, Harry and Ron turned away from him and headed back to the castle.

“Potter, it’s important. Please.”

They heard the quiet and constrained words coming from behind them. Both Gryffindors turned towards the blond, amazed. His cheeks were all red, as if in shame or great effort. He watched them, waiting for their response. For a long moment, no one spoke. Curiosity grew in Harry. He wondered what important issue could have caused Malfoy to utter those words. Harry expected the worst from the Slytherin, but interest in what the blond had to say finally started to win.

“You have five minutes. Let’s go to the grounds,” he finally answered. Draco just nodded and the three of them headed towards Hogwart’s grounds.

When they moved away to a safe distance from the rest of the Gryffindor team who were observing them with amazement, Draco finally broke the silence.

“It's about me and Granger―” he began.

“We don’t want to hear any of your silly explanations. We already know everything,” Ron didn’t let him finish.

“You know nothing!” Malfoy snapped furiously.

“Oh yes, we know! We saw you together in an empty classroom,” Ron explained. “We also know that this was not the only time you met there. Also, you saved her from a falling shelf in Defense Against the Dark Arts. And she visited you later in the hospital wing.” Harry and Ron also learned about this meeting by observing Malfoy and Hermione on the Marauder's Map. “We know that you are a couple and are going to get married.” At this point, Malfoy laughed. The idea that he would ever get married to the Mudblood was, for him, only a good joke.

“Only you think that it is as you say. We're not together―”

“Is that why we saw you in that classroom?” Harry asked.

“Neither of us did that of our own accord. We have been the victims of a potion,” Draco tried to explain.

“So explain to us about Hermione being a pure-blood,” demanded Harry.

Malfoy was stunned. He was completely unaware of what Potter was talking about. “Granger is a Mudblood,” he finally answered, hesitantly.

“Yeah, and why would you willingly tie yourself to a Muggle-born girl?” Ron asked with derision.

“I’ve told you that we are not a couple!” Draco began to get angry.

“Yeah, right. Then why did you come to us wanting to explain everything if you aren’t a couple? If you were not together, you wouldn’t have any interest in that,” pointed out Harry.

For a moment, Draco looked amazed at Harry because he didn’t really know what his answer should be. He couldn’t tell them about the child, not yet. Granger certainly wouldn’t forgive him and he would be screwed.

“Your five minutes have passed,” Harry said and they both walked away, leaving Draco behind.

*****

After talking with Malfoy, Harry and Ron headed straight to Gryffindor tower. They were furious. It annoyed them that not only Hermione, but now Malfoy tried to make idiots out of them. After all, the evidence against Hermione and Malfoy were overwhelming. Did they really think that Harry and Ron would believe in a story about a potion?

Dinnertime was coming and most of the students were already in the Great Hall waiting for a meal or getting ready for it in their dormitories. Passing the empty corridors of the castle, Ron and Harry were fuelling each other’s rage. At one point, they noticed Hermione, who walked alone laden with an armful of books. Without much thinking, an agitated Ron started in the direction of the girl like a raging bull. Harry followed him. They stood in front of her, blocking her way.

“Don’t do that again!” Ron said angrily.

“What do you mean?” she asked, surprised with the attack and that he was speaking to her.

“Don’t send your boyfriend to talk to us about some bullshit dealing with potions.”

“What?” She became even more surprised.

“You heard me. Your Death Eater boyfriend tried to convince us that there is nothing between you two and what we saw in that classroom was only the result of a potion,” Ron explained. “How did you convince him to bring up this conversation with us? He never begs for anything. You must have your own ways with him,” Ron said with a vicious smile.

“But it's true! And I didn’t ask him for anything.” Tears began to appear in her eyes. Although she was already accustomed to the idea that her friends didn’t want to hear her explanations, she was completely unable to stop from crying any longer because of her hormones.

“Do not lie! You lie all the time!” Ron attacked.

Harry saw tears shining in Hermione’s eyes and grabbed Ron’s arm, as if to restrain him from yelling at her further. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he didn’t have time.

“I'm not lying!” she denied, then burst into tears and ran in the direction of the gate leading to the grounds. She ran without seeing anything around her. The words that she just heard hurt so much. She wanted to be anywhere else, away from it all. She wanted to be alone.

But she didn’t reach the lake where she was headed because, at the entrance, she fell onto a tall figure.

“Watch where you walk!”

She heard Malfoy’s voice and looked up.

“Oh, it's you.” Draco forced himself to hold back the anger that had been growing inside of him since the conversation with Potter and Weasley. He knew that yelling at her would only worsen his situation.

“Have you spoken to Harry and Ron?” she asked softly.

He was not sure how to answer. He was afraid she would be angry that he interfered in her affairs, but he knew that a lie wouldn’t pay off for him either.

“Yes,” was his only answer.

“Why?”

“You said that you would agree if they forgave you. I wanted to convince them. It was probably not a good idea,” he concluded.

“Why don’t they want to listen?” she asked, bursting into more tears and without thinking about what she was doing, she let go of her books, took Draco's neck in both hands and buried her tear-streaked face into his chest.

When the boy felt her delicate fingers on his neck and moisture on his chest from her tears leaking through his clothes, he tensed for a moment. He felt very uncomfortable with the Mudblood crying on him. So, intimate physical contact with her meant more than grabbing her by the arm or wrist. He knew he should feel disgusted at this point, but he also knew that he couldn’t push her off right now. By using the entire strength of his will, he hugged her with one hand. His other hand automatically and involuntarily started stroking her head. When he realized what he was doing, he wanted to stop, but then it came to his mind that this was what would be expected from him in such a situation with any crying girl. While he stroked her hair and felt her body close to his, he thought that it was not as bad as he expected. He didn’t feel sick one bit. If she was a pure-blood girl, he could even call it a pretty nice feeling. Silence reigned between them, which made him feel embarrassed, so he came to the conclusion that something must be said.

“One day, they will believe you,” he comforted her, honestly doubting it.

Neither of them noticed Ginny, who had returned from the Quidditch pitch and was just passing by. The girl was on the field longer than any other Gryffindor because she wanted to fly alone for a moment, wondering about what Malfoy wanted from Ron and Harry. Ginny looked in the direction of the pair hugging in the middle of the corridor and realized that she was seeing Malfoy caressing Hermione and her cuddling up to him. The girl suffered such a shock that she nearly collided with the wall, which seemed to suddenly emerge in front of her. She stood frozen by the same wall and just stared at the scene in disbelief. Ginny was unable to utter any noise since her throat tightened as if someone tied it with string. The view that loomed before her eyes was the last thing she expected to see in her life. It was more possible that Fred and George would stop joking and change into staid officials of the Ministry. “What is Hermione doing? What does all this mean?” she wondered with amazement.

When Hermione calmed down a little, she pulled away from the blond and looked him in the eyes.

“You didn’t tell them about the pregnancy?” she asked softly.

“No.”

“You really want to have this baby?” she asked another question.

“Yes,” he answered, and smiled. He felt great joy at this moment because he knew that he achieved his first victory. At this point, Hermione returned his smile hesitantly.

“Hermione!”

They heard a terrified voice. Hermione and Draco turned in the direction of the sound and saw the shocked face of Ginny, who finally found her voice and was able to scream. They both froze with fear. Ginny used this moment to escape in an unknown direction. Draco and Hermione were too surprised to chase her.

After a moment, Hermione realized that now she was perhaps completely alone. Then she became aware that there was no other option for her but to trust Malfoy. Although she didn’t believe completely in the purity of his intentions, she was ready to agree to this, but only on one condition.

“Would you consent to going to Dumbledore and telling him about what happened to us and about all of your activities at the orders of Voldemort?”

Draco flinched at the sound of Voldemort’s name.

“Will you admit to him that you wear the Dark Mark?”

Draco felt as if his insides started to dance the cancan, but he was not sure whether it was from nerves or joy because things finally started to go his way.

“Yes,” he answered.

“I still don’t understand why you are doing this.”

“Maybe I was looking for an excuse,” he said after a moment. “For a long time I didn’t believe that the Dark Lord does what is right and I didn’t believe in this nonsense about blood purity. Until now, I just didn’t know how I could cut myself away from that. This child is my chance for a fresh start, a new and completely different life. Without this child, I couldn’t just come to one of you and say that I wanted to change sides.”

A bright smile appeared on Hermione's face and Draco congratulated himself for his perfect lie.

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