Preface
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I'm breathing your tears. You are healing my scars. - Draco Malfoy
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He had been watching her for some time. Even though she looked beautiful, he didn't look at her wavy hair falling down her back. He didn't watch as the dress she wore accentuated her amazing figure. He watched as a single, glistening tear rolled down her cheek.
Hermione stood staring at where Weasley had been standing with his new Acquisition.
She suffered and he suffered with her.
He sighed as he dared to approach her. She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice his presence until he placed his hand on the bottom of her back.
- What are you doing, Malfoy? she hissed at him.
He bent down so he could whisper into her ear. "I know Ronald Weasley was your first love." I'm asking you for a chance to let me turn our friendship into something more. If you let me, I'll be your last love.
- This may take a while.
- This is the least important. I'll wait as long as it takes. You are worth it.