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A sniffle had Hermione glancing up, seeing Draco fight back tears. “I hate you so much,” Draco replied, quietly.
“I wanted him to have a piece of you.” Hermione shrugged, feeling her own sob threaten to spill. “Even if you-”
“Obliviate me,” he said, suddenly.











