Merlin. Draco ducks his head to finish the second cufflink and brushes his sleeve before looking back up at Hermione. He wants her to read his gaze, to understand that he needs her here. She's only just arrived, and this isn't what he'd planned, not at all, and, if she leaves, he fears she will not come back. "Could you, erm—" He coughs and rubs his jaw. "Could you wait here, perhaps? I'll only be an hour or two. There's wine in the kitchen, or—" He stops abruptly. "If you don't mind, that is."