Her hand on his arm. His hand on her waist. They were in his bedroom. Not some Other Draco and Other Granger. Them. They. The real ones. He could feel her pulse alive in her skin, her brown eyes gazing up at him with a sparkling amusement. He could have this, what Other Draco had. He furrowed his brow. There were Dark ones. There were even evil ones. Who was he? Was there any of Them in him?