Author's Note: I got bored in my History class today and decided to write a companion piece to my story Perfection. This one is from Draco's point of view. I hope you enjoy. But just to warn you it's not nearly as good as Perfection. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Harry Potter.

She's amazing, more than amazing. When we're alone and she doesn't have to pretend I can feel how much she really cares. She understands what I'm capable of, and what I'm not. She understands why we have to hide, accepts it. I love her, and it's moments like this that I love the most. I love just laying here, holding her in my arms. I love the feel of her body next to mine. I bask in the silence and wonder what it is I could have done to deserve a wonderful creature such as her. I look into her big brown eyes and all of the sudden I don't care how I got her, I'm just so glad to have her. I know that we can be okay.

There are times when I wake up in the middle of the night and watch her. I wonder at the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath and thank God she's mine. I don't know what I'd do without her. She's the only one who understands me, the only one who knows what I've been through. So at night I watch her. I watch the moonlight shine off of that bushy chestnut hair and I'm content. I'm content to stay here, with her in my arms, and marvel at what she is. Amazing.