There was another long silence. Hermione was overcome by the sudden and staggering need to prove to Draco that she could be exactly like Harry, take whatever he took, and take it better. To show that her love could stitch away this horrible chasm that they seemingly filled in each other's lives. She would replace those scratches with her own if she had too. And, she thought deliriously, when Draco realised - when Draco knew that she could be him - then Draco would be hers, just hers, nobody else’s. Harry might have had Draco first, and Ron first too, but Hermione would be damned if he had them last. Her heart clenched tight at the thought.