Now she laughed as she swiped her arm across her face. "If you're a fool then so am I." She lowered her hand and took a tentative step towards him, breaking away from the door at her back, and Draco surged forward. Everything moved around him in a blur until she was within reach and his arms were wrapped around her waist and hers were around his neck and she was pressed up tight against him. He buried his face into her neck, into the strands of hair that had once again snuck over her shoulder, and breathed. Almonds and cherry and amber. Her. Hermione. His grip tightened as she began to shake, her face pressed into his shoulder, small hands gripping his shirt tightly between his shoulder blades. It took him a moment to realize she was crying, whispering broken words into his shirt, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He broke away, gently gripping her by the shoulders until she pulled back, looking up at him out of tear-soaked whiskey eyes. He brought his hands up, wiping away the tears that fell, cupping her cheeks between his hands.