By Enola Jones

Hermione saw the small huddle of blonds and wove her way over. “Draco. Mrs. Malfoy.” She pointedly ignored Lucius.

Draco raised exhausted eyes to her. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to see how you were,” she began.

“You've seen,” Draco snapped. “Now go away.”

“Draco,” his mother hissed.

“No,” Hermione said, glaring at Draco. “It's quite all right. I expected nothing less from him.” She nodded at Narcissa. “Mrs. Malfoy. I thank you for your bravery and your loyalty to your family above all else. Good day, Ma'am.”

And with that, Hermione turned and pointedly walked away.

She missed Narcissa's glare at Draco, but clearly heard her, “What did she mean, she expected nothing less than your rudeness?”


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