"I do, in point of fact. And these are the cleanest, pinkest toes I've ever had the pleasure of sucking on," he answered, a spark of teasing mischief in his voice and Hermione's smile spread until it was a grin that nearly split her face, laughter subsiding. It was true that her feet were clean enough to eat a meal off, if Draco so desired; she'd had a shower a little over an hour ago. Her hair, fanned out over the bed, was proof of that – not having bothered with a drying spell it was damp still, drying crumpled and curling in the sun. Hermione looked back down the bed at Draco, who was twiddling with her digits with a look of amused absorption.