"Dispose yourself of the nasty mudblood and return to your pureblood glory. No love awaits you with her." Draco closed his eyes and almost believed it. But memories of his father were tainted with another presence that had left his father to cower in the shadows. Instead, his memory was filled with memories of brown eyes and curly hair that sometimes suffocated him in his sleep. But curse everything else, he would gladly suffocate under the weight of Hermione Granger any day.