Hermione wrapped her arms tightly around Draco’s waist, and he folded his own around her back, circling his thumb along her shoulder blade as he tried not to make it too obvious that his breathing had quickened as they stood next to Narcissa’s grave. It only took Draco six weeks to realize that alone wasn’t what he had to be anymore. He stopped drinking (as much as he used to, anyway). He helped Leander get used to being King, watched him paint over the naked ladies in the entryway of the villa, even attended his wedding to Cepheus’s former wife. It turned out that Leander, much like Draco, didn’t have much of a commitment to blood purity, rather a pressure to make it seem so. 