“Granger, get out of here,” Draco stared ahead, avoiding the face to face confrontation.

He could feel her eyes burning holes into the back of his head. He was the one who lured her here, toyed with her emotions… He leveled his wand, waiting for the inevitable.

“Let me help,” she pleaded.

“Leave, please,” he clipped out; he wanted her safe and far away from here. The Dark Lord hoped Granger could provide information concerning Potter. His aunt Bellatrix and others would do their worst to retrieve it.

It hadn’t been in his plans to develop feelings for the muggleborn.