"I – I can't imagine being with anyone other than Hermione, mother," he said coolly, and Hermione didn't miss the way he carefully avoided saying he was happy. Because of course, neither of them was really able to be happy; that was denied them. She gripped his hand tighter, their hands clammy together; fingers interlocked so tightly that she knew when they let go of each other, her fingers would be stiff and half-numb. Narcissa could see the total honesty on Draco's face, the blunt truth in his words, and she inclined her head slightly.