I'm so bad! (I JUST said that to my friend) I phoned my friend in the States that I haven't talk to in for like, ever and I just had to do something on runescape cause it's the season thing and she showed me and ya, I'll stop rambling now!
Enjoy! Last part of the chapter!
Sarah

The two ghosts of her parents were speechless for a moment. Hermione finally spoke up.
“We chose a path doomed from the beginning...” she responded, seeming to be slightly unsure on how to respond.
“Why was I dragged into this mess?” Dezi realized.
“You were a mistake as Hermione put it,” Draco said bluntly.
“Draco!” Hermione exclaimed, punching his shoulder.
“What was that for?” He rubbed his shoulder. “That’s how you put it, and technically it is true!”
Hermione’s mouth opened, but she was speechless again, only odd croaking noises came out. “That night wasn’t by choice...”
“I don’t recall it going that way...” Draco mumbled.
“Didn’t need to know that!” Dezi exclaimed, pinching her eyes closed and covering her ears. She faintly heard Hermione chuckle. She let go of her ears a moment later.
“But... there has to me more to it than that...” she said, referring back to her question. “You could’ve Apparated...”
Draco slowly shook his head. “We couldn’t and we didn’t.”
“How so?”
“The Eaters put so many spells over the Manor so we wouldn’t leave,” he responded. “And it wouldn’t have out in the end anyways, it would be easier if they took us.”
Hermione looked, seeming very surprised.
“What?” he asked.
“Keep going!” Hermione said. “I’ve never heard you speak like this before, that’s all...”
Draco raised an eyebrow and turned his attention away from Hermione with an odd look on his face and back to Dezi, expression going back to normal.
“And even if we could, you would’ve hated it as much as we. No education...”
Hermione coughed hintingly.
“Well barely any,” he rephrased. “Life on the run, different names... it wouldn’t be worth it. We would’ve been killed, all three of us.”
“I’d rather be anywhere but Grimmauld Place or Hogwarts!” Dezi exclaimed. “I’ve been in the hospital wing more than classes because of being treated as the school’s practice target for spells because I’m the ‘mudblood Malfoy’, and I don’t even know what that means!” A hint of hysteria echoed in her respond.
“I’m gonna...”
“Mione!”
“What?” Dezi asked, confused.
“Harry hasn’t told you?” Hermione asked, forcing herself to sound calm.
“About what?”
“What the word mudblood means,” Draco responded. Hermione glared.
“No... Why would he?”
“Well, I’d figure if Pot-Head had enough sense he would...”
“Don’t start,” Hermione said darkly.
“Mudblood means dirty blood,” Draco explained. “It’s a word commonly used to describe muggle-born witches and wizards.”
“It’s a racial slang used among the Pures, every sentence Draco spoke before 7th year to me had the word in it.” She looked at Draco with blazing eyes.
“It’s not like I could go around saying, ‘Hey look, it’s Hermione Granger!’. It’s called having a reputation.”
“Which didn’t seem didn’t seem to hold up in the end I recall...”
“Neither did you from what I recall.”
“But you guys aren’t muggles, so why would I be called by a mudblood?” Dezi asked.
Draco looked at Hermione and whispered something They bickered momentarily, and Draco turned away from Hermione again.
“Potter is a prime example. His dad might’ve been a pure, but his mum was a mudblood.”
“Don’t you dare start again!”
“He’s more of a half than anything, but overall Potter would be considered a mudblood to... practically any pure family. It’s labeled all the same among purebloods; mudbloods, halfbloods, blood traitors... all are equally bad in the eyes of a true pure, especially the ranks of the Death Eaters.”
“What about the Weasleys? They never called Harry a mudblood...”
“Now you’ve got her saying it...” Hermione stressed.
“Blood traitors, they are,” Draco spat.
“Hey! Ginny saved your butt a few times, the least you could do is be grateful!”
“How do Bat-Bogey Hexes ‘save your butt’?”
“You deserved those hexes when she used it on you,” Hermione snapped.
“On the day of the wedding she gave me a Bat-Bogey Hex!” Draco exclaimed.
Dezi snorted. That seemed to bring her parents’ bickering to a stop, they seemed to forget she was there.
“You have dawdled your time long enough!” a deep voice boomed, echoing around the empty blackness. Hermione and Draco started to fade again.
“No, please...” Dezi started crying. She saw the distressed look on Hermione’s face, and Draco seemed distraught as well. They disappeared, and the fog disappeared.
Dezi now lay on the floor, a small puddle of tears forming by her arms. She didn’t want them to go, she still had many more questions to ask. She might never see them again, and that made her cry harder. It took her several long minutes to become calm enough to get up and walk, but even when she left the dungeons she was still teary.