Draco stood up, breaking their kiss and embraced her instead. He wrapped his arms around her for the first time ever and burried his face against her furious hair, blowing against the wind. Hermione curled her arms around his waist and rested her nose against the crook of his neck. Their’s wasn’t a perfect fit. They fidgeted around in each other’s arms, trying to find a comfortable position. But once they stilled their movements, it felt almost perfect. Perhaps like them.