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Anxiety. She was lying. She didn't have the time or the inclination to try to fight back. She had to focus on what was most important. Close your mind, close your thoughts.
Pain. She tried to focus on the only person who was constant in her life. Malfoy. As disrespectful, just as prejudiced as when they first met. Unfortunately, even he failed. He stared at her with something she couldn't name.
Longing. She couldn't remember the last time she was hugged without occasion. What is it like to hug someone out of need, not because you are comforting someone. She wanted to touch and all she got was Bellatrix pressing the dagger to her skin.
Darkness.
Surprise. She didn't think that the dream of a touch that didn't cause pain would come true. The pain passed and she felt someone carefully pick her up and press her against his hard chest. Then a familiar combination of fragrances hit her. Parchment. Freshly mown grass and apples. - "Malfoy." - Her voice was trembling. She didn't know why, but she felt safe in his arms.
Relief. It was over. However, she didn't want him to let her go. She was saved. Because of him. For him.
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Understanding. She watched her son tremble at each scream of this girl. She thought it was regret. She watched tears run down her son's cheeks. She was convinced it was compassion. The realization came when her son killed her sister. It was love.
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Acceptance. He wanted his family to be happy. He confused prestige and power with happiness. He made bad choices. He was proud that his son made the right choice. Seeing how his son hugs the unconscious girl, he realized that she was his happiness. He accepted that Draco Malfoy's happiness was Hermione Granger.
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This is my first attempt at about 300-word dramione. Was this attempt successful? Regards, katie-krum
