Hermione continued talking to Draco, with everyone focused on Luna no one bothered to eavesdrop on them. "Do you remember in the third year when I punched you in the face? Who would have thought that three years later I’d be using that same hand to.. Well, you remember the alcove I’m sure. Anyway, that’s how I found my human heart earlier, I pictured the couch, your fingers and - the ring. Which I hope you're going to get back from Theo because although I have faith in  later, I think I would miss it terribly." She took a sip of pumpkin juice, embarrassed but also emboldened by speaking her thoughts to him so directly. She lifted a palm to his neck again and smoothed her fingers over the thick layers of blackened scales coating his underside. They were a little softer here, malleable. She could see the faintest hints of the sectumsempra scars imprinted in the scales, a few that were misshapen and slightly out of formation. "Just close your eyes and picture your hands, running up my thighs, your hair as it falls over your eyes when our foreheads are pressed together. The sinew in your biceps as you hold me-" He rippled beneath her touch, his scales faded to nothing, she stood with her palm raised in the thin air when Draco appeared on the ground below, still in the same position. He rolled onto his back and lay for a moment on the dirt. 