When Draco pulled back at to look down at her, Hermione batted her lashes at him. Gods, that pout... "I don't think we can. Father told me he had kidnapped Gregorovitch himself to alter it." He could feel her hands moving behind his back, but thought nothing of it as he tucked a stray curl behind her ear. "But you won't need to worry about a wand. I can keep you here and you can live as my little muggleborn." He was disheartened when she didn't react to his offer of her having an easy life away from everyone. "If you'd like though, I can arrange for you to have one. Anything for you." I can't promise I won't have it altered though.