"You aren’t responsible for what your father does, Draco," Hermione tried to reassure him, words falling slurred and jumbled from her mouth. She thought about Lucius and Cho, and the curse that should have struck Hermione. Instead Cho lay upstairs with half her leg missing, wondering if she would still be pretty. "It should have been me." Hermione felt Draco shift and knew he was looking down at the top of her head.