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Draco pulled up his sleeve to reveal the death eater mark that had seemed to be engraved on his skin. “This is who I am, Hermione,” he said through gritted teeth. “We can’t change the situation we are in; we can only let go.” He bit down the tears that prickled his eyes. “Draco.” Hermione’s tone was pleading, desperate. She stepped in to reach for him but he moved away, disgusted by himself. “What if an angel and a devil were to fall in love,” Draco asked. Hermione was speechless. She heard the lilt in Draco’s tone, but he know the sadness that laid behind his fake-cheeriness. “Could the devil soar the heavens at broad daylight? Could the angel set her wings on fire? There’s no in-between. This is fate’s decree. Love can’t change what isn’t meant to be.” And with that, Draco pulled down his sleeves again and approached Hermione. The tears that formed rivulets from her eyes betrayed her cold expression. Draco wrapped his arms around her, heavy with exhaustion. He kissed the top of her head and bid her goodbye.
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Draco: You actually fainted? Ron: Shove off Malfoy.
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