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463 pages, ebook
First published June 11, 2022
“Everything inside of me that is worthy of anything,” Draco whispers, serious and determined, and so very genuine. “Began with you, Hermione.”
“My mother met a seer — long ago. She didn’t know her, just bumped into her in an alley one day when she was just a girl; she only realized she was a seer years later.”
“What… what did the seer say?” Hermione asks.
“You — the betrayer. You will follow love, unlike anything you’ve ever known, through hatred and emerge a lion.” Draco intones quietly. [...] “Can you imagine her fear?” Draco whispers. “When the sorting hat was put on her head? With Bellatrix and Andromeda watching from the Slytherin table, and my mother knowing that a seer had proclaimed her a lion at only eight years old?”
Hermione nods because while she thinks the housing system at Hogwarts is wholly flawed and divisive, there is nothing so terrifying as disappointing your family. [...]
“It was you, Draco. She loved you more than anything in the world. She would have followed you anywhere. She betrayed Voldemort for you.”
“I know.”
[...] Finally, she asks, “Draco, why did you tell me this?”
Draco pulls back, just enough to press his forehead against hers, even though he’s half bent over to do so. “Because. I’d follow you anywhere, Hermione. Through anything. And I thought you ought to know that.”
“Luna,” he whispers, “you don’t have to marry me. You can stay here — you can have a home. I won’t trap you in marriage.”
She smiles up at him, her arms still around his waist, “I know I’m not what you would choose, Theo. But you’re what I would choose.”
Theo’s breath leaves him at her words. He’s never been chosen. He wonders at the absurdity of this — he’s known her three bloody days and already he thinks he’d go to war again for her. It’s not even that he loves her—
Though he wonders—does he love her? Can he love her?—
It’s just that she’s gentle and kind and soft, and the most beautiful thing Theo has laid eyes on maybe ever.
“You’re wrong,” he chokes, “you’re what I would choose. If I could choose—I would choose you.”