She has rubbed off on him, in more ways than just the filthy one. The old Draco Malfoy would never have told Hermione Granger that he would rather be here with her rather than safe and free, because he wouldn't have. He would have never gone back into the bank for her, he wouldn't have cared, and he wouldn't be lying here in half-delirious agony right now, like some stupid fucking useless martyr. But that isn't what hurts right now – his fate is not what he cares about. It is hers that makes him hate himself.