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618 pages, Unknown Binding
First published September 2, 2010
"A reality without his and Hermione's isolation from the rest of the world, and all the events that had been catalysed by that, was not something he could even bear to contemplate."
"Do you still hate me? "
Did he hate her? Yes, just not in the same way. He hated her now for confusing him and screwing with his predefined perceptions of her. He hated her because she had somehow become borderline tolerable, but he hated her most because she made him think; made him question himself.
"Do I hate you?" he repeated with a flawless patronizing snarl. 'More and more each day."
"To make it clear," he carried on, eyeing the Dark Mark on his forearm with bile rising in his throat. "I'm a Death Eater-
"No you're not-
"A shit one, I'll admit," he muttered in a low voice. "Shit enough that I managed to piss off Voldemort within a year, but a Death Eater nonetheless, Granger. And you are a member of the Order-
"You were never really one of them," she argued adamantly. "And you know it-
"You fight for the Light," he continued with an almost dejected tone. "And I am part of the Dark, and that's how it is."
Blaise exhaled. "You know, I am on your side, Malfoy."
"Are you?"
"Yes."
"Well," said Draco, skimming his tongue across his teeth. "When you figure out what side we are actually on, let me know."
Blaise looked like he might respond, but he simply gave Draco a parting dip of his head and walked away. "You'll figure it out, Malfoy. Goodnight."
Hermione licked her lips and hoped her voice didn't waver. "Because I feared this War had made me lose hope," she breathed. "But you reminded me how to smile."
Blaise rubbed his chin. "It could have been worse, mate-
"It could've been fucking avoided," he barked fiercely. "I want to know why the hell Weasley was saying it was his fault."
"Ah, yes, the Weasel," Theo remarked. "The plot thickens. I've already booked my front-row seat for that inevitable confrontation."
"Good, you can hold him down for me."
"Sounds like fun," quipped Theo, and Draco couldn't help a brief smirk. "A little weasel-beating sounds therapeutic."
“If everyone could stifle their feelings towards undeserving people, the world would be too perfect. We are only human, but we are sometimes at our most beautiful when we feel things we shouldn't.”

“She had somehow become his weakness.”

“You don't get it, do you?" she whispered, narrowing her eyes. "You have nothing. You are nothing. And now you're stuck here; forced to accept our help like some pathetic child.”

"While his taste of her had been brief, it was his now, even if he never wanted it again for the sake of his dignity."
"I'm bored of you," he replied over his shoulder. "And your face is starting offend my eyes."