the summer before sixth year: Draco's parents are dead; he's no longer useful to the Dark Lord, and is planned to be killed off. So he's brought to 12 Grimmauld Place, where the golden trio is also staying. After a few encounters with Hermione, they find it getting harder to stay away from each other.
Draco slowly opened the doors and his eyes widened. "Granger?!" The witch was drenched head to toe, and she shivered aggressively. "L-last person you w-w-were expecting, hm? Can I pl-please come ins-s-side?" she stuttered, the storm raging on behind her.
"You took your father's place?", Draco asked in surprise, but his beastly voice still made him sound cruel. "He's my father. He's all I have left." "He's a fool, and so are you."