"I cried, for what felt like hours just curled up on the floor of the Astronomy Tower before leaving straight for home. I couldn’t take it. I thought my sanity was slipping. That I had imagined him.  But then I saw him again that day down in The Department of Mysteries." Hermione’s absent-minded rubbing halted and she stiffened next to him. "In the Death Chamber, he was there. I had... had gotten too close to the archway and I could help the aching want I had to touch the veil. I knew the consequence of doing so but I so badly wanted to. He stopped me again. Then recently, when I shut myself away here I stopped eating and wouldn’t get out of bed. I was...." Draco choked and the moment hung thickly between them. "I didn’t want to deal with the heartache any longer. I just wanted it to all be over. When he came to me again I told him that I wanted to be wherever he was and he told me no." 