Draco felt a small laugh escape him, under the duress of a torture session with his aunt and spells exploding into walls all around them, Hermione was calm, happy even. "I’m never fucking leaving you again, for anyone. I told you I can't live without you and now we can say that to be true because surely I am dead - You can't be real. This must be a dream." He cupped her face with both of his hands, flinging their bodies out of the way of Bellatrix’s flying dagger - which he caught without taking his eyes off his soulbond. "You are a dream I’m going to wake up from." He was weakened from the lack of food and exercise but his need for her had not lessened in the slightest. If they weren't trapped in a battle with death eaters and incessant, maniac witches Draco might consider taking her hand and dragging her to his old room, or even just any empty room would do at this stage. His soulbond ached so badly for the bond to be completed, now that they had lived apart, the bond dreaded the idea of that happening again. And of the possibility that they might have to spend any amount of time apart before their souls could be intertwined as one.