"I don’t even know her." Draco stared over Hermione’s shoulder at nothing, looking hard and lost at the same time. "Fuck. I used to be just like her. Exactly the same. Maybe not a believer in the Dark Lord’s cause to the extent that Aunt Bella is, but still... I believed in blood purity – that Muggleborns were lesser, and Muggles were just clever animals. I...I don’t understand why you ever looked at me as anything other than your enemy. I don’t understand why you ever... After everything I’ve done."