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This is a story about growth, forgiveness, and learning to be kind.
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The first time Draco saw her was at the final battle. Dressed in torn and bloody muggle clothing, worn around her too thin frame like armour. Teeth grit as she parried and dodged. Brow furrowed as she cursed and slashed.
He’s not sure he’s ever really seen her before that moment.
Sure, he’s known her since the age of eleven. Hair slicked back, freshly pressed robes, a determination to carry his name like a blessing, instead of the burden that it pragmatically is.
But he’s never seen her like this. As though she’s an agent of chaos, more sharp edges than curls. More woman than girl.
She is a tempest, and a wild thing.
Woman. Witch. Storm.
Draco Malfoy watches Hermione Granger bring the Dark Lord to his knees.
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He has been tortured, threatened, coerced. Draco Malfoy has suffered through this war, and has never really achieved anything for either side. He’s a failure as a Death Eater and yet an enemy of The Order.
Hermione explains to the Wizengamot how Draco is a shade of grey, certainly not light, but never truly dark.
Somehow, she manages to make that sound like a good thing.