The train was already there, and the luggage was being brought in, yet Draco didn’t let go of Rose’s hand. He knew that if he did, everything would be over. His brows were furrowed with tension that got released only when he felt Hermione’s hand on his shoulder. He looked at her, his expression softening immediately. It was always like this when he looked at her – as if he were seeing her for the first time. And every time he fell in love all over again.