When Hermione wakes, he thinks maybe she remembers him talking to her and apologising, because she tells him in a cracked, shattered voice, the heels of her broken hands sliding over the heavy stubble on his face, that she doesn't regret anything. She tries to reassure him, and Merlin damn him, he believes her. She says that if they had never...then she could still be here; she would just be here alone. And she asks him if it's horribly selfish and monstrous of her that she's glad he's here with her, and Draco pulls her to him, burying his face in the crook of her neck, the blood-matted mass of her hair, and tells her no, that there was nowhere else he would choose to be. He thinks with bitter humour, as his hand tries to find patches of unwounded skin on her back to stroke and soothe, that he has picked a fine time to turn bloody selfless.