Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

The Slytherin Clique's teens are just as ruthless. Just as close. Just as. But what happens when things soon start to unravel? [Post-War Children] + INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES + SPIN-OFF TO Filthy ; Draco Malfoy NOT a Draco Malfoy Fanfic