"Oh, Petals." Draco snugged her in closer, until there was no space at all between them. He let go of her hand to slip his arm around her waist, only stopping himself from pulling her into his lap by the narrowest of thoughts. "I'll always make a fuss over you. You always matter to me."
He saw the shine in her eyes, and before he could think better of it, he laid a quick kiss on her forehead. She wasn't the only one frustrated that they had to make such an elaborate dance. Draco closed his eyes and built up a small amount of courage, then spoke so quietly he barely heard himself. "Pansy, if-if. If it hadn't been for this damned war. If things had been different, if I'd never joined--" He swallowed and shook his head against hers, tightening his arms around her. "I had a plan. We were going to finish school, take our NEWTs, and. And I was planning. I was going to speak with your father. Do it up proper. That's what we should have had. That's what I wanted."