"Please don’t. Please. Anything. Take me instead. Not her, not her. Please not her." Hermione remembered vague flashes of a smile on Draco’s lips, a memory she couldn’t place. A laugh. Lust in eyes that were now dead and warped. Warmth and love and hope and guilt, and she begged him not to take the girl. He began to pull the child from her arms. Inexorable. Unstoppable. Hermione squeezed so tight – he couldn’t have the girl. He couldn’t give her to Greyback. She wouldn’t let him.