"Granger. Granger." He said her name but nothing else, tired and pleading, and Hermione suddenly needed to run very, very far away. Her breath clogged in her chest and she couldn’t breathe. This was Draco Malfoy the ex-Death Eater. The boy who had tried to kill Dumbledore, and very nearly killed other people in the process. The boy who hadn’t done anything when she begged for help as Bellatrix tortured her. He shouldn’t be standing just below her, desperation for her to stay with him written all over his face and clear in his stricken voice. Why? Why? Was he that desperate, that lonely? If so, it shouldn’t be Hermione. It shouldn’t be Hermione that Malfoy was depending upon, clinging to for human contact.