"We can't help who we love, Draco," Hermione said, shrinking down into herself, and an ache radiated out from his chest, seeing her like that, so hurt. Draco edged along the bed, and tentatively put his arm around her back, and she leant into him hard, a sigh puffing from her lips, her head snugging against his chest, arms encircling his waist. Clinging to him like she was afraid he'd disappear. She took a deep, tremulous breath, half-squeezing the life out of him, and he absently smoothed his hand through her hair, teasing out knots and snags.