"You won’t be distracted by me?" Their foreheads were pressed together, noses touching, and Draco had gone cross-eyed trying to focus on Hermione’s eyes. It was a good look for him, she thought with a shaky smile, laughter bubbling silently inside her, and her hands cupped his face, thumbs stroking over the angles of his cheekbones. "You have to promise too, Draco."