When she picked up the dagger, he felt relieved in a way. It didn’t last long but gave him enough time to replay one of the scenarios he came up with himself. Enough time to imagine she would rest his forehead on her shoulder, just as she  actually  did; that she would at least try to soothe him, as she stabbed him. He hoped Draco would be there, holding his hand and rubbing his knuckles as he drew his last breath. After all, that was all he had ever hoped for, considering the shitty situation he found himself in. For Draco to be with him. Clearly, they had a different idea. 