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Sometimes I imagine it's my hands on her skirt. My fingers in her hair. My lips on her cheek. And the fantasy can persist so long as I don’t look at Draco’s face.
Because it's there that I’m met with an array of emotions so foreign that the illusion shatters. He looks at Hermione with devotion. Possession. Care. Perhaps the first is within me. I know how to commit. Possession? Well, I know what it is to covet. But care? I have never been taught to care.
I didn’t think Draco had either.