But most of all, I just miss you, if that makes any sense.

"At this time in war, all we have is ourselves. We're the only ones who can save each other," Hermione said weakly. Draco nodded slowly in assent. He understood it now. She was the salvation he was looking for, and he hers.

Five years into the War, Draco is still waiting for her. Oneshot

He wanted to caress her, reassure her, make her feel safe. But just then, the pain in his wound became stronger, as if to say those things weren't possible anymore. "You're an idiot, Malfoy." He breathed hard before answering. "Only for you, Granger."

"I smell... apples. And... French perfume... and newly-washed robes... and dust, perhaps?" Hermione looked up, a bewildered expression crossing her face. Dramione Oneshot; 2 Perspectives