"No. It’s fine, Potter," Draco grated out, eyes still fixed on Hermione’s. He seemed to come to a decision, because his eyes cleared a little, the tension around them softening, and he kissed Hermione lightly on the mouth. She leant into it, trying to make the brief kiss linger, but he pulled away too soon. "I love you," he said low in her ear and tried to smile at her – she thought. It looked more like a pained muscle spasm than a smile, really. And then with an annoyed parting glower for Harry, Draco disappeared down the hallway.