"Draco. Draco. We were at school together. I – I thought I knew you. You’re not like this. You’re not this person. Please. I never thought... Please, Draco. Help me," she begged him incoherently and his eyes finally met with hers. Anguish and shame marred his sharp features – so perfect and pristine. No blood or snot or tears on Draco’s face. Only Hermione’s.