As for Draco, he didn’t know how much he craved this. He wasn’t just kissing her, he took her all in – from her unruly hair, to her cold red-tipped nose to her hands grasping him as if he was salvation. He knew, in some corner of his heart, he wasn’t. He had never been a hero, and he would perhaps never be one. But in the arms of this one girl, he became something more. He became her anchor. He would sink to the bottom of every ocean if he had to until he safely anchored her.