And the first time she went down.
And didn't rise.
It was also the first time she had saved him.
The first time the indescribable emotion flooded him.
He slowly crawled toward her limp form.
Holding her, their blood mixing.
This was the final battle, and she was dying.
There was no telling who was winning.
Hours, days, months.
There was no way to tell how long he held her.
Always coaxing her eyes open when they started to close.
It was quiet.
He was oblivious to the world.
He was oblivious to the people who had run up.
He barely recognized the navy robes and the crossing wand and bone.
He did recognize her smiling at him.
For the first time.
And when he awoke.
It was the first thing he saw.
She was alive and smiling.
And for the first time.
Draco Malfoy cried in the arms if Hermionie Granger.