Hermione had accepted Draco as he was, without pretense. Alluring, certainly. Dangerous, yes. Attractive, devastatingly so. And he loved her, and she loved him. Nothing about Draco was simple, but loving him, that had come easy. And here was this man, who loved her, wanted her and only her. She was his, undeniably, and ferociously so. But he was also hers and she would do anything for him, just as she knew he would do for her.