She sat and panted.  She closed her eyes and let the wonder drain away and if the sparkle did fade a little bit, the emotion didn't. She still thought he was wonderful. She still felt grief for all the years they'd been pushed into hating one another, coaxed by the archaic school House structure and pointless prejudice into ever sharper disdain until Harry and Draco had attacked one another with deadly magic in a toilet and no one had even been surprised.