"We don't have to worry about that, though," Draco told Pansy. "We're purebloods. We're some of the only real wizards left." He leaned in and kissed Pansy's forehead. "I'm going to protect you, Pans. Don't worry. You're safe with me."
The scene changed again. Draco sat in his bedroom with Pansy again, a year later. It was obvious that he'd been crying. He ran a hand through his hair. "This is all Potter's fault," he said, voice vicious. "He ruins everything. He's the reason my father is in jail."
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