"Please, Draco. I love you so much, I can't lose you – can't lose you. Not now. Not – not like this. Please," she begged him as she stroked the line of his cheekbone with jerky, trembling motions, eyes flicking between his eyes and his wound, and god, the blood. Lupin's hands were drenched with it as he whispered a soft, musical thrum of words under his breath.