It wasn't until she was writhing in pain on the floor of his childhood home, did he realize that he didn't hate her for being a mudblood with higher grades, stronger friendships, a more impressive resume. He hated her because she would always be better than him. Untainted, beautiful, good. He would always want her, someone he could never have. {sixth and seventh year dramione}

She hoped for a moment that her suffering would convince him to help her. To stop it. To do something. But he was a death eater... and he would never intervene for a mudblood. {Eighth Year Dramione}. Angst and smut. CW:sexual assault (not between main pairing)