Hermione looked up and into his eyes, searching for - what exactly he didn't know. It looked a lot like understanding and forgiveness. Draco really should break the connection but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He leaned forward, wanting to kiss her forehead, or her cheek? Asked months later, he couldn't tell you what he was going to do. Hermione leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Carefully checking how he would react. He stood still for a second, shocked by what she was doing and what a lucky bastard he was. 