"You're like nobody I've ever met before," he breathed in her ear, lying on top if her, pupils wide with passion, lips raw and sensitive. He felt like his whole body was tingling from her touch.

"You've come through so much and yet you can…can still look at me, after all that I've done to you, that I did to you."

She opened her eyes to look at him and –

"No…Malfoy! P-please, don't! Not you! Draco…please!"

"Shut her up, Draco," One of the voices sneered from the back and Draco backhanded her and became rougher in his movements. They never took their eyes off of each other.

And she could see the desperation in his eyes. The desperation... and the pity…and the never ending sadness.

It had been so long since she had felt she'd been acknowledged as a human. And even though he was doing these horrible things to her, she knew he didn't want to, knew he got no pleasure in doing so, knew they were both trapped in this diabolical, horrendous show…

"I knew you were different, is all. You weren't like them." She felt the dire in her build up and whispered huskily, "You weren't evil." Then she kissed him again, their bodies became closer still, and there was no more time for talk.