Her POV

He loves me! He loves me! He loves me! I feel like I could walk on water, like I'm floating in the clouds. I want to never leave his side; I want to stay like this forever, in my prince's arms.

As my prince's arms loosened from around me, I wanted them back. I never wanted to be separated from him. I don't want to sleep alone at night, I don't want to eat meals alone, I don't want to read alone. I want to be with Draco forever. I know many people would find this sad. Me, Hermione becoming dependant on the boy she hated. Falling desperately in love with the mud-blood-hating-Malfoy who made fun of her for six years, fought against her and her best-friends for part of the war and made a deal with Voldemort to kill Dumbledore, but I love him.

As if he read my thoughts, his strong arms led me to the couch as I walked backwards, still in his arms. I knew where we were going, although I could not see, I had closed my eyes. I trusted my prince. I could feel his heart beating against my face, with warmth of his body radiating around me, protecting me, keeping me as his.

As we sat down, I curled up against him, getting as close as I could to my prince. I never had these kinds of moments with Ron; we just kind of kissed and that was it. We didn't really hug or anything for a long period of time, we didn't feel the need to. It wasn't like we didn't care for each other, we just didn't do this. I suppose his personality didn't really allow for it.

It's strange how it all worked out; me, falling in love with my best-friends and my own enemy of six years. Fate brought us together, and I am certain that nothing will ever tear us apart, like it did to Ron and me. Draco and I are the perfect couple, and I will never let anything come between us.

His POV

It's so strange; I've never felt like that before. I've never been told that I've been loved. My own parents never told me, my mother denied me that love, my father ignored me. Girls just wanted me anyway, it didn't matter, and Parkinson declared her 'love' for me everyday trying to grab my attention, but that doesn't count. She was obsessive; she stalked me around the place. She was not normal!

Now for someone that I feel so strongly about, to burst out with that statement, is such a shock. I need to sit down. It's amazing that someone loves me; it's the first time that someone said it to me in seriousness. I feel dazed, as if I've been given a numbing potion. My princess loves me.

As I walked with my princess in my arms, her walking backwards, we slowly reached the couch. It was rather a strange thing to do, and anyone watching would have been a bit sceptical by our actions. I presume it would have looked a bit strange, no other word for it, just strange, but I don't really care anymore. My princess loves me and I think that's all that matters now; I am loved.

As I sat on the couch, I could feel myself relax, like my muscles just collapsed into the soft cushions. Hermione, my princess, snuggled into my side; I don't think I could describe her actions any differently. It was like she was trying to get inside of me, to make me hers. I'm still not used to this kind of affection, but I suppose I should start to. Hermione seems very willing to give it and it's so nice to have it.

I am still sceptical about the whole thing though, I am ashamed to admit. I still remember Parkinson and her motives to show me off, to prove her status to everyone in Hogwarts. But Hermione, I don't know what she wants. She's never been like the other girls, never before wanted to hang off my arm, crooned over guys, she's always been the bookworm. So I suppose it's not for my money, but maybe just for me. I'm just not used to this raw emotion thing. I keep looking for the worst in people, but I don't think I will find it in my princess.

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