"The Order may have taken pity on you. We may have taken you in, pathetic and harmless as you are now, but don’t you ever make the mistake of thinking you deserve to be here. Don’t you ever." Draco listened silently. "Because you don’t deserve to be here. You don’t deserve Hermione’s misguided sympathy. Remember that. Everyone here, unlike you, is a bloody good person. They want to see the best in people – even fucking filth like you." Draco wanted to shut out what Weasley was saying, wanted to not hear it. Because every word was fucking true and he hated himself enough already. He couldn’t...couldn’t listen to this. But he did, because he didn’t have any other choice.