Draco’s hand moved towards her face, and he quickly lowered it. She didn’t mind the feeling of his hand in hers. It lacked the callousness that Ron had, but there was something else there. Something she couldn’t quite put a name to. It was in the way he held her hand. He treasured her. She could feel it and see it. She might not know this life, but she wasn’t blind. Draco loved her dearly, and he was hurting. 