"Draco, I'm trying to help you! I want to help you, please." Her warm eyes burned deeply into his gray, cold ones. "You think I would want your help?" His words were laced with venom. His eyes showed no trace of the boy she thought she knew. "Don't do this," she tried to reach out for him, but he backed away with a look of disgust. "You're a filthy mudblood. You were delusional if you ever believed the words I said." Though his voice did not break as he said such hurtful words, his eyes looked away from hers. He could not afford for anyone to find out the truth behind his actions. It would bring danger to more people than he could handle. He would rather tear himself apart than those he cares for.