"I love you," he said, urgent and rough into her hair. "I love you," he repeated the words muffled, fingers imprinting bruises into her skin, and Hermione’s heart started beating hard and fast. Her blood felt like it was singing hot in her veins, a fierce joy warring with her worry. Draco loved her and he’d said it. Said without an I think. He loved her. Hermione scraped her fingers through his hair and buried her face against his chest, lips pressing a hard kiss on the cotton of his shirt.