"I won’t," Hermione said, her voice raspy. Draco’s words had caused her to melt; her body literally fell limp against him. He had bared his soul to her and she could feel that line connecting their hearts again, that non-severable string connecting his very essence and magic to hers. A single hot tear drop still escaped the corner of her eyes. "I love you, Draco," she stammered. "I don’t want to think about living the rest of my days without you."