Because ultimately, Draco decided that he would give up the control he so desperately craved. Because Hermione could leave. She could, if she wanted to, and it wouldn’t be up to him. But the worst thing, the truly regrettable and unforgivable course of action would be missing out on a life with her. It was risky, terrifying. It could crash and burn, fall apart right at his feet, or – it could fall together. Perfect pieces could align, right where they were meant to be all along. 