*I never expected to do so many chapters for one crossover, I'm just glad everyone likes it, even if I don't own it.
Draco and Kagome watched from the doorway as Voldemort killed everyone in the room. Potter and his friends had somehow broken into and out of Gringotts with the Hufflepuff cup, and they all knew it was only a matter of time before they figured out a way to destroy it. Even now, Draco watched as the sword of Gryffindor disappeared from the goblin's hand.
He yelled at everyone to find Potter, that it was time to kill him. Much to Draco's disgust, Kagome gave a giddy laugh as she jumped up and down like an excited child. Taking her hand, he led her away from all prying eyes and ears, deep into the gardens. She seemed excited by the walk and hugged his arm to her chest until they reached a bench where she urged them to sit down. Deciding it was a good enough place as any, he sat with her, taking her hands in his.
"Kagome, there's something very important that I want to ask you." He waited until her clouded eyes met his before he continued, knowing that was the most that the potion would allow her to focus on anything. "Do you really love me, or do you only want to marry me because your father chose me?"
Her brow scrunched for a moment and her eyes cleared slightly. Not enough to make him think that the potion was wearing off, but it let him know that whatever she said was definitely her. "The first time we met, I thought you were a pompous git and I wasn't sure if we would get along. But... you made me smile and laugh, I could challenge you and you wouldn't back down. When you started talking about wanting to find out about my past, I didn't want you to. I wanted you to want me because of who I am rather than who my father was. I knew that Father had chosen you for me, but I wanted to know the real you, too. I got really annoyed and angry at you at times, but you still tried. Even when you seemed so forlorn and lost during our sixth year, you still made me feel... I don't know, cared for. You were keeping your distance, like you didn't want me hurt by proximity. For some reason, I still feel like you're protecting me.
"You are always so kind to me. Your smile, it makes me smile. Whether Father picked you for me or not, I would want to be with you." Her pale cheeks flushed red as she pressed her lips to his knuckles. "I've fallen for you Draco Malfoy. I just hope that you might want to be with me because of me, and not my father."
His eyes squeezed shut, keeping back his tears as he leaned forward to press his lips to hers. She loves me, actually loves me for who I am. If we survive all this, whether Voldemort is defeated or not, I want to be with her.
AN: This was one of the harder chapters to write because of the complicated feels involved, but I think I did alright. Warm-Fuzzies and please review!