"I wish...that we could..." she began after a long, awkward moment and then clicked her teeth together, making a snuffling, wounded sort of sound into the bandages on his chest. He stroked her back and thought about Kiam and Shacklebolt, and how close he had been to losing Hermione in Russia, and about the Gringotts mission looming ahead in just a few days... It all came together to give Draco a painful kind of clarity about what was important, about the only thing he could allow to be important, and that wasn't the future, it was them, her, and what they had, right now.