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Traitors for Tea.
He turned around warily to the direction from which he had just come, however the scene that welcomed him caused him to freeze instantaneously. What lay before his eyes left him in disbelief, the quiet room echoed his accelerated heartbeat. His momentarily pause felt like a life time as he came to terms with what he was faced with
The Portrait of Salazar Slytherins' Son
"Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss," Dumbledore started. As he spoke the sea of whispers died down and silence fell upon the hall.
"He's been our sworn enemy since our first year. If anything you'd think I'd be glad that he's gone, but I'm not."
The Absent Echo
“Evening, Granger.” A familiar voice greeted Hermione. Only one person addressed her as ‘Granger’ and until only hours ago, she believed that person to be dead.
“You’re babbling, Hermione.” Draco noted, “And also getting funny looks. People can’t see me. I’m dead.”
I Need You, You Need Me
“Jesus Christ!” Hermione exclaimed, jumping at the sound of his voice.
“Hermione! You scared the life out of me!” Draco gasped. Hermione raised an eye brow at him.
The Turquoise Cloth
He had tried not to think of leaving Hermione. Over the past few days he had noticed things about her that he never had before. If only he had noticed these things when he was still alive, things would have been different. Things would have been better. He was happier when he was with Hermione, which meant he was happier when he was dead.
The Time is Now
“I think you should put the cloak back on, it’s not safe!” Draco muttered to Hermione.
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