He pulled her into his arms feeling the warmth rush over her. His body pressed against hers and she felt his fingers run through her hair fists full of curls slightly soaked with tears, she let herself fall against his chest, she breathed in deep and could smell new parchment, freshly heated wax and mint on his clothes, her favourite scent. She felt the tears fall from her eyes in streams as she allowed herself to wrap her arms around Draco’s body, holding on tighter than she could imagine. All the pain she had felt cured by his touch, he would always be her safe space. She heard crying and wasn’t sure if it was him or her, or both of them. 