She continued, her voice softening and beginning to crack, looking into his eyes. He appeared quite dejected, still exhausted, and he’d found himself a drink already, in the short time he’d been out of sight. "You matter, Draco Malfoy. You mattered to me in that awful cramped cabin. You matter to me 3 miles below the ocean and you’ll matter to me in London when we’re finally out of this mess." Hermione's chin trembled and it was only a matter of time until the tears fell as she watched Draco fumble around awkwardly with a button on his shirt, averting his eyes, his jaw clenched tight, frowning. 