He nodded, of course, he would fight for them, Theo too. Draco would destroy every obstacle that tried to harm his friends and his bond. The last brick around her in his mind evaporated. The days without her constant presence in his life left him with an emptiness hard to describe. Ever since they had started to grow close; when she healed him from the curse, duelling her in the dungeon, late nights sharing notes on animagus transformations and New Years when he had almost kissed her. She had occupied every corner of his mind, leaving no room for any of his bitter thoughts to take root. Selfish as he was, he no longer cared if he did not deserve Hermione Granger, she was as much a part of him as his magic was and he was sick and tired of wondering over the possible implications of their relationship - not anymore. Consequences be damned, he knew he would kill army after army that Voldemort sent for them, he would ruin entire cities of innocence and burn every death eater that stalked them to the ground with his fury. For he would protect her until his dying breath - and even then. Nothing was going to keep him from his bond for another moment, not the student bodies gaping mouths and whispers behind hands. Not the sour look on every male's face when they realised she had chosen him,  Especially not that,  and not the thought of all the struggles that lay ahead, for soulbonds to thrive was nearly impossible with the impending war on the horizon - but he had to try. He would  try , because he was selfish and he always had been, had she not told him so? She was too good for everyone he had ever met, but she was the other half of his broken shattered soul and if he ever wanted to feel whole again - he could start here, with acceptance. His bench seat scraped across the ground as he stood, resolution glowing in his silver eyes.