"You don’t understand," he said. His voice shook. "I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I didn’t think I was capable of loving, not with the way - how I grew up - "
Hermione reached up and covered his hand with hers, his warm breath on her face was oddly soothing her. They stood frozen in this moment, unaware of how many seconds, minutes or even hours had passed already. Snapping out of their reverie, Draco dropped his hands from her face and he moved away from her, her heart did a slow somersault as he did. Her eyes wandered over his face as she could hear the desperation of his words as he spoke again, “If we both feel the same way - we can make it work, Hermione,” he whispered, his lashes throwing dark shadows across his cheekbones as he looked down, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Hermione could see that they were shaking, too. Just like hers.
"I don’t have control over the future, Hermione. At all", his words were almost soundless, barely a whisper. "This could be the my last chance before… - our first and last night - on this world. I have only so much control over things to make it worthwhile, to make it the best night of our lives", he breathed out, his voice was light and his mouth curved in an half smile as his eyes wandered gently, exploratorily over her face. It was a sad smile with something else hidden underneath, something Hermione couldn’t quite grasp no matter how hard she tried.
"Our first and last night?", she repeated slowly. She wasn’t good at controlling her voice, she could hear the pain in it, like a wound just under the surface. She couldn’t hide what she was feeling and now she felt as if Draco could look right through her as if she were glass, could feel her pain like it was his own.
His hand shot up and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her swiftly yet very softly toward him. Hermione stretched out to wrap her arms around him like she had wanted to do for a long time already, his arms slid around her waist, his hands pinning her head to his shoulder. Draco’s hands were warm on her bare shoulders, the only things that were warm in the cold surrounding them. He burried his nose in her hair and heard a sound like a sigh rush through his lips, a wave of noise that told about the dizzying sense of weightlessness in his body. Nothing else mattered but feeling her body pressed against his, he held her as if he wanted to crush her into himself, to reassure himself that she’d always be with him.
"Hermione", he whispered, his voice shaking. "I destroy and poison everything I love. Not deliberately, of course. But I don’t want to destroy you too. Not you too."
-Out of Control Chap. 21 »