"I can offer you more than he can" Draco's voice was soft, almost pleading as he watched Hermione pace back and fourth.

"You only feel that way because you want me, you just want to fuck me, you don't want to love me, but he does" She tries to keep her voice down, but this was a truth she never really wanted to face.

He stands and grips her shoulders tightly, forcing her to stop and face him, "who says I don't want to love you?"

She looks down, not wanting to think she heard him right. Her heart clenched at the thought of him actually wanting to love her, and her cheeks became the colour of wine as her eyes closed, picturing them actually being together.

"Hermione, where are you?" he asks softly, pulling her from her thoughts.

"I'm right here, I always have been…"