“Why do I get left? Huh? Why do I get left!” He slams her back again.
“Because you’re you! Because you— Because you’re a racist. Because you’re a boy who can stand here and fight for my side, but still call me that fucking name! Because you’re throwing me into a wall! Because you’re Draco Malfoy, and you. Are. An. Asshole. Because you don’t deserve to be saved!”
“Then why did you!” he screams, frustrated and at the end of a short rope, as if this has been the question all along.
Hermione doesn’t know how to respond, and he bares his teeth and shakes her. She stops all her pushing and squirming and kicks, and looks back in the face of his confusion, drunkenness and rage.
“Because I’m Hermione Granger,” she whispers.
Because she is the girl who has faith in humanity even when it has none in her. Because she is the stupidest smart person you’ll ever meet. Because there always has to be the person who believed too much in nothing at all.”