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"Do you hate me?"
The words were spoken so quietly Hermione almost didn't hear them. It was only when she looked up from the papers they were working on and saw Draco's brow furrowed in her direction that she realized the question was meant for her.
The air was taught with the microcosm of the last few months. She knew without really knowing that her next words would change everything. "No," she breathed, the weight of it heavy on her tongue. "I don't." She licked her lips, and his eyes traced the motion. "Not anymore."
