"Granger, you need to explain what just happened in that brilliant mind of yours." Draco insisted, still with his hands around her face, anchoring her to him as he always did when sadness overwhelmed her. Just like he had pulled her from her abyss of grief, he would not falter under this. He would carry her with him, and she would hold on to him because he was hers. And he was the one thing that mattered most to her.