"Avada kedavra!" The Unforgivable tore from Hermione’s lips before she could think about it. It just...happened. Just wrenched up her throat and burst vicious past her bared teeth, as she thought no, he’s not, no he’s not, Draco’s changed, and he’s not – not what Lucius says! She meant the curse when she cast it. Meant it with every cell of her body, and Hermione’s perception of the world slowed as the lance of green light shot toward Lucius. She wanted to take it back the moment she had set it free, imbued with all her hatred of the man who had maimed Draco, who was trying to make her think Draco was still like him. Lucius twisted elegantly and the Unforgivable sailed right past him.