"Losing your edge, Draco? I thought you were mister cold and distant self-control?" Hermione teased, remembering how he had been at school, which felt like so long, long ago now. The way Draco had looked back then; all perfectly coiffed hair and hard, arrogant features set above his too-pointed chin, which somehow didn't seem so pointy anymore. Except for when he jabbed her with it, which he was doing now; head tucked down beside hers so that said pointed chin dug into Hermione's shoulder.