"Come back Draco. Come back. If you tell the Dark Lord how sorry you are, if you give him information on the Order, where they are...?" Blaise grasped at straws, and Hermione realised watching the pair of them, that there really was some kind of friendly affection between them. A loyalty – of the strange and fucked up Slytherin type. Neither of them wanted to kill the other – that much was clear.