It had been a world where he had believed in blood purity and wizard superiority over Muggles, where he had seen his father as a great if frightening hero, and the Dark Lord had been a leader for a true cause. Granger had tainted that world, so that Draco could never be happy being a Death Eater, could never salve his conscience over evil deeds done, never stand by and just watch another person get tortured without hating himself. She had taken his life and his home from him, and even though Draco knew it wasn’t her fault, he hated her for it.