I walked past her, smelling her lavender shampoo. For a split second I allowed it to overtake my senses, but then the wind blew it away. Deep inside me I smothered a sigh.

I looked back at her, watching her as she bent over a bleeding child. Another innocent, one of the many nameless, who decided to fight for a cause they barely understood. I refused to look at them too closely.

I knew she wouldn't look over at me. She probably didn't even know that I was metres away from her. But I still looked at her.

I wanted to linger, to admire her graceful – if a little panicky – movements, but I couldn't because here... in the middle of a battlefield... every second counted.

I continued on, finally finding the strength I needed to stop looking at her. I met my mother on the border of the Forbidden Forest, and together we journeyed through the darkness.

Why would she look at me? To her, I was nothing but a git who caused her and her friends seven years worth of trouble.

To her, I was unworthy.

But to me, she was special.

I busied myself with the unknown child in front of me who so desperately needed my help while he walked past.

The wind blew the scent of his aftershave, his deodorant, and the smell that was uniquely Draco, towards me. It made me frown.

Although the smell tingled my nose, I would not allow myself to breathe it in too deeply.

I murmured various healing spells over the child, but I knew they wouldn't work. Even Madam Pomfrey wouldn't be able to save him.

Another innocent would die tonight.

I leaned back on my knees and held back a sob. I looked around me.

Dead bodies, falling bodies, flashes like fireworks... it all surrounded me. Friends and foes were running around, but they paid no attention to me.

I was out of their sight, blending in with the shadows.

My eyes rested on two tall figures on the outskirts of the Forest. I knew who they were.

I tried to look away, but my eyes wouldn't obey me.

I knew Draco would never think of looking at me. To him, I was an unworthy mudblood who wasn't worth the dirt on his shoes.

I sighed.

Because to him, I was unworthy.

But to me, he was everything.