Redemption.

"You have me. All of me. Forever."

Draco's POV.

Draco's skull was hurting after his fight with Dean. There was a ringing in his ears. But he couldn't care less. There she was again, and she knew just how sorry he was.
They were sitting in the kitchen, and Stiorra was cleaning up the mess on his face. The corner of his lips twitched up, and Stiorra had a soft smile on her face. She was focused on what she was doing, and Draco was thrilled that he got to see her from up close again. Her skin was so pale, and perfect. There were freckles running over her cheeks and nose, and there were rays of orange in her brown eyes.
He remembered he had the photograph of them in his pocket, and fished it out. Stiorra stopped in motion, staring at the picture with her eyes wide open. She dropped the towel she was holding.

"Where did you find this?" she asked him.

"In a corridor somewhere, how come you walk around with it?"

"I don't know, I felt like it."

She was sitting on the bench with her back straightened up and her shoulders hanging low, staring at the picture in her hands.

"Don't lose it again," Draco said with a gentle smile.

"I won't."

She put it away in her robe's pocket with a gentle smile and looked up. Their eyes met, and Draco felt like his world had been turned upside down again.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone for our assignment," he said.

"I know."

"And I didn't mean what I said the other day."

"Oh, never mind," she told him.

"But I do mind."

"I'm sorry I kind of ditched you for that stupid jerk."

"Yeah, that wasn't nice," he said.

Her eyes went wide, and he could see her shrink on the bench as though she was trying to disappear. He nudged his elbow in her stomach teasingly.

"I'm joking," he told her with a warm smile, "you had every right to. We didn't say we were exclusive."

"Still, I shouldn't have."

"Stiorra," he said, being more serious than ever, and it felt weird calling her by her name, "it's okay."

No matter how many times he said he was sorry or that it was okay that she had gone and met other guys because they weren't exclusive, it still wasn't enough to make her feel okay again. Her shoulders were trembling as much as her chin as she broke down before him and tears streamed down her face.
Draco scooted over on the bench and closer to her, passing his arms in her back and pulling her close to him. She hid her face down his neck and cried, and Draco could feel her fingers gripping on his shirt.
He held her tight in his arms for some time, his nose buried under long locks of brown hair, and it felt like home again. She felt like home.
Her body felt so tiny in his arms, and he didn't realise up until that very moment just how little she was. On the moment, and for the first time, he feared that if he ever squeezed too tightly he might break a bone in her body.
Eventually she stopped crying after some time, and Draco could feel her body shivering in his arms.

"Are you cold?" he asked her, his voice sounding deep and low.

She nodded, he could feel her head moving in his neck, and took his own robe off. He slid it over her shoulders and wrapped her in the robe as she sat back with a straight back.
Draco grabbed their bags, and asked a house elf passing by for two hot chocolates. The elf came back and Draco made the steaming cups levitate before them as he led the Gryffindor girl outside of the kitchen with a grin, dragging her across the castle by the hand.
They climbed up the hundreds of stairs to the seventh-floor where they stood still before a tapestry. Draco breathed in and tried to focus, pushing the memories of the last few times he had come into that room away, and wished for his comfort room. He wished for the place he felt safe.
Soon enough a door, which was the most average sized door, appeared in the tapestry and Draco pushed it open.
The room was the same as he remembered it. There were bookshelves along a wall, carpets on the stone ground and a long couch in a velvet fabric. There was a fire raging in the fireplace, facing the couch, and there was a grand plaid folded neatly sitting on the coffee table.
Draco dragged Stiorra inside and sat her down on the couch by the fire as the two cups of hot cocoa went straight for the coffee table. Draco put the bags down on the ground and made sure the door was locked before he sat down next to Stiorra.
She looked a lot better than she did in the kitchen, still Draco was under the impression that something was wrong.