"I never doubted you for a second, Granger. I allowed myself a few days to wallow, to drown in my own misery, until I pulled my head out of my arse and realised how fucking spot on you always are. Phillippe once told us this bond is a gift, right?" Hermione nodded eagerly, desperately wanting him to keep talking. Her hands had found their way to his collar and gripped it tightly. "I made a choice, Hermione. A choice to cherish this bond like the gift that it is, forever, if you’ll have me," Draco’s eyes watched her, intense on her own. The bond thrummed in excitement, and Hermione once again felt green sparks. No flame was to be found, as this moment seemed to satisfy another aspect of the bond. 