"We have to get you out of here. We have to leave, please Hermione. I’ll tell you everything  later, you can even see it all in a bloody pensieve, but we have to go!" Draco placed his hands on her face and looked deep into her eyes, silver. He was entirely himself as he kissed her. It was soft but insistent, like he was trying to tell her something important but couldn’t find the words. "Please listen to me. It’s not safe for you if the Dark Lord has won. You know that, deep down I know that you know it. We have to—"