The words were heavy on Hermione, she could feel the weight of them bearing down on her shoulders. She had leaned in, resting her head on Draco’s chest, his shirt now resting loosing at his waist. There were more questions that she had, but all she could hear in the moment was the steady beating of his heart. Strong and equal. There was no hint of anxiety or worry in him. Whatever it was, he had made some sort of peace with it.  