"You might want to wait for her to put some clothes on, first." Draco smirked at the spluttering sounds on the other side of the door, and Hermione thumped him, trying to look annoyed. He was such a git, but was difficult to be annoyed when he was like this. All traces of the strain and abject misery from earlier had vanished and Draco’s eyes sparked with glee as he listened to Harry’s incoherent ranting, his hand returning to her bum, absentmindedly caressing it. He looked happy.