There. That was it. Lord Voldemort wanted Draco Malfoy to be his heir. "You are almost as talented as I was when I was at your age. You have an incredible control over your magic and have gifts for Dark Arts." Voldemort said. "But you have a weakness, Draco. You've fallen for a Mudblood. And you don't even know."

Hermione couldn't help but bitterly chuckle and shed a single crystal tear. It was as if Draco had always known her blood was dirty. It was as if he called her a 'Mudblood' because he already knew she had blood cancer. It was like fate's irony: her blood was now dirty indeed. It was fucking dirty and it couldn't be cleaned.

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And there they were. Leading a silent battle. His icy eyes against her warm and sweet ones. He looked into her beautiful golden eyes he saw vulnerability. "You lost." he said. "I know." She answered. "My prize is a kiss…" His breath tasted like fresh mint, Spanish wine and expensive cigarettes. It was so special. It was bittersweet. "…Yours is the reason you owe to know."