Harry Potter and the Battle of Hogwarts

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A pregnant hush lay over the grounds of Hogwarts, the eerie quiet of early, dark morning when all good children and creatures should be fast asleep. But no one slept that night. Students, teachers, Order members, Death Eaters, house-elves and creatures of the forest alike moved with silent, purposeful tread, some in fear and some in anticipation

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It was surprising, how much Draco's words sounded like something Hermione expected to hear from Harry or Ron. Threw into perspective what she had suspected for so many years, yet couldn't truly confirm without seeing it in front of her eyes- that at the end of the all, Draco was acting in the interest of those he cared for. It didn't justify the means he'd used to achieve his ends, not by a long shot, but it was all that Hermione felt necessary for bridges to eventually be rebuilt after the war.

And optimism was something she snatched at those days, held close to her chest, used it to help her get by.

"Disarm someone?" Hermione asked incredulously, her eyes wide, brows raised. "Malfoy, even if Luna would take great risks to get to you- not something I'm in a mind to protest- how is it going to help matters if you end up getting hurt, leaping into the fray when you're in over your head? Merlin, just... if you must follow along, follow at a distance and try to remain unseen. Until I can find you a wand." Hermione whirled around then, just a whip of hair as she stalked down the hall, footfalls quiet.