"Granted," Draco said throatily. She let him slide the ring onto her finger, and there was a pulse in the air around them, and he let her lead him up by the platinum collar, let her break that pomegranate clean in two with her bare hands, let her hold it to his mouth and squeeze so that he might drink. She could feel the fruit crumple in her hand, and the juice flowed like blood out of a heart’s valves to stain her skin and splash over him.