Then Draco grabbed her wrist again, ignoring her attempts to break free, pressed their bloody hands together. The force of the hold made her wince in pain. Their mixed blood was running between their palms, down their hands, colouring their white clothing. Hermione sobbed when she realized what he's done, what he's planning to do right now. "Same blood, Hermione." Draco said in a plain voice, making her look at their bloody hands, the colour was indeed the same, dark and beautiful. Even with tear-filled eyes, she noticed that there was no difference, hers wasn't muddy and she for sue knew his wasn't pure."We have the same blood, Granger, you and I are the same." Now he whispered and wrapped his other, clean arm, around her waist, pressing her closer to him, while their injured hands were lifted on their left side.