[Hermione can understand wanting to do something to save your parents, but this...she's just so frustrated at Malfoy for making that decision.

[She's just going to tell him bluntly what she really thinks. He's probably already realised, but it's her and it's what she does.]

It was a stupid thing to do. He brands his "followers" like cattle. He doesn't see anyone as his equal or peer. Harry told me what he did to them in the graveyard that night he came back.

When we finally defeat him - and we will - do you really think the Ministry will fall for the imperious excuse again for all those marked? Highly doubtful.

I understand you love your father but he did horrific things, killed dozens of people, including children. I know you don't want to hear it, but he deserved it.

He sacrificed his family - both you and your mother- for power and a pack of lies. He sold his soul to the devil and now you've sold yours.

I know you don't think you had a choice, but there's always a choice. You surrounded yourself with enemies, not friends. You think Dumbledore wouldn't help you but I beg to differ. You just need to ask.

[Hermione is really upset but she can't identify exactly why. She closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose and letting out a frustrated sigh. She's not trying to be judgemental, she's really not. But ..ugh why are boys always so damn stupid and stubborn??

[It's a moment before she speaks again, this time in a quieter voice as she looks off away from the PokeGear.]

Did you know that until just then, I didn't actually know if I made it out of that fight alive? Yeah. I was hit by a pretty bad curse. [She subconsciously rubs the centre of her chest where the curse had struck.]

I remember falling...fading to nothing.

And then I woke up here.

[She finally looks back at Draco.]

I've never wished you dead, before or now.