Hermione looks up at the crumbling castle, knowing that Hogwarts would never be the same. All the paintings destroyed, the classrooms charred and more than half of the students slaughtered. She looks at Harry, embracing the now limp body of Remus. Harry's tears fall onto Remus' soot covered face, leaving clear marks. Ron is in the other side of the room, holding his mother's hand while embracing Ginny with the other in a tight hug. The room seems to be filled with sorrow and guilt, love and respect, sadness and grief. And yet I, am here, I have lost people, yet not enough people to know how it feels. There is another lone person. He is sitting on the floor in the corner, looking down at his hands. His pale white hair is tucked behind his ear. I walk over to him, I don't know how it must feel for him. For everybody else in the room they are just simply feeling loss. But Draco, he must feel confused and abandoned by his own family. Betrayed by himself. I walk over to him and put my hand in his shoulder, I don't know how I am supposed to comfort him, I haven't ever felt anything apart from repulsion or anger towards Draco Malfoy. Now I don't, now he is different.
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FanfictionDramione, Harry Potter Fanfiction. Now that he is different, everything around them has changed.