"Granger, I don’t think you understand what being with me entails, so let me paint you a picture. What happens the first time we go out to eat in Diagon Alley and every head turns to stare and whisper? What happens when insults are thrown at me? At you?" Draco lightly brushed his thumb across her cheek as he looked down at her gently, guiltily at the thought of putting her in that position. 