But also, he wasn’t doing it for himself. He was doing it for her. And impossible as it might have seemed a few seconds ago, he realized hatred wouldn’t help him. It wasn’t enough to muster the amount of power needed to cast the spell. What he had instead, was love. A dark and twisted kind, so close to hatred at times that the line between the two became invisible. He let the feeling take over and basked in it. Love would be enough. They looked at each other and Hermione nodded. He wondered whether she was thinking about him as well, or rather about the people they were going to kill. Strange as it might have been, Draco hoped she was thinking of him. 