Given time. And that thought brought Hermione truly back to cold, hard reality again. Once she got her brain past dwelling on the heat of the kisses they had shared, dragged away from dwelling on their admittances of affection, well... That left the larger situation. How did this fit in with the war, the Order, Ron, Harry? How was this going to work, with Draco being an ex-Death Eater and everyone Hermione cared about despising him? It was also rather awkward that Draco’s father wanted to murder her, even if the two were...estranged. Hermione didn’t want to think about the practical logistics of her and Draco liking each other, but it couldn’t be avoided. She wasn’t the sort of person who could just take things as they came. Hermione liked her life plotted out neatly.