Blaise and Hermione: It was clear neither of them would ever trust him again.
It was clear neither of them would ever trust him again. Not that he could blame them, but it still hurt. He could explain until the sun set, rose, then set again that he’d had to do it to protect them both, but that didn’t matter.
Blaise gathered Hermione into his arms and glared at their captor, their liberator, their enemy. “Unlocking the door doesn’t make you the good guy,” he said as he made his way out. “Watch your back, Malfoy, because when this is over, if you’re still alive, I’m coming for you.”
“Let’s just go,” Hermione said. Her voice shook with pain and exhaustion. “Otherwise he might change his mind.”
“Gutless wonder,” Blaise said as he pushed his way past the man who’d been his friend once.
Draco watched them go before he turned to plod his way back up the stairs to his room. He wished someone could unlock his door.
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