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Chapter 29 - Draco's POV

Hermione and I looked at each other and back at Theo, "But wait, why is his Dark Mark gone, and my 'mudblood' scar is still there?" she asked.

I winced at her question, knowing it was a touchy subject for her.

Theo watched her carefully as he explained, "Because Draco's mark was made with dark magic but it wasn't physically inside of him. Your combined magic is stronger and lighter than Voldemort's dark magic. Your souls are now so light, that the mark didn't stand a chance. What Bellatrix did to you, was carved into your skin with an enchanted blade."

I could see her from the corner of my eye tracing her scar.

Her emotions were raw.

I looked over at her as I felt her pain and I felt helpless.

I pulled my sleeve up and saw that mark was completely gone. My arm looked as if no dark magic had ever touched it.

As we both sat quiet, Theo looked between us, "You should be warned. I can sense your love, but I can also sense that something is coming. One of you is in danger. I don't know which one, but you both need to watch your backs."

I was suddenly filled with concern and dread that lined up with Hermione's as we looked over at each other.

Theo walked to the door to leave, but not before turning to us with glazed eyes, "When you deliver your child, your magic will be at it's weakest. Protect each other" he said as he left.

We sat in silence for a moment.

I felt an onslaught of emotions coming from Hermione. Confusion, reluctance, sadness, happiness, anger and finally, calmness and acceptance.

I looked over at her and she was as still as a statue, looking at nothing. I could see the wheels turning.

I focused on her emotions and caught hints of what she thought, 'Child?' 'What if we don't want children?' 'What if he leaves me and when we meet again it's too late?' 'What if I get pregnant and he leaves me because his child is a half-blood?'

"I would never leave you if you got pregnant with my child! And I don't care about blood status! You should know that by now!" I answered to her thought.

She whipped her head in my direction, "You heard that?" she asked confused.

I nodded, my brow furrowing, "Yes, and quite frankly, I'm offended that you think I would leave the love of my life pregnant all because of blood status. First that's not how I was-"

"The love of your life? Is that what you said?" she asked, cutting me off.

Her eyes were wide and I could feel how vulnerable she felt through our bond.

I stared at her as the weight of what I said dawned on me.

I squared my shoulders, "Yes. The love of my life Hermione. Isn't it obvious? I was willing to risk mine and my mother's life to protect you from my aunt. Even if it meant you never speaking to me after that. I think… I think I've always loved you, deep down."

She started at me, her mouth wide open.

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This bitch loves herrrrrrrrrr. This man WAS WILLING TO DIE AT THE HANDS OF BELLATRIX TO SAVE HER. Tell me that ain't true love? Brb crying again

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