Without saying another word, Draco turned and walked back to his study, quickly shutting the door and casting several warding spells, he slid down the door and brought his knees up to his chest. Erratically breathing as tears began to stream down his face. Why did she have to be muggle-born? She was so brilliant, she was beautiful, she was intelligent, Merlin she was the only witch who could keep up with Draco’s intellectual wit. If they made it out of this war, if The Dark Lord could truly be defeated by Potter, he would make it right. She could hate him forever, but he needed atonement. 