"Not because of you – because of my father," Draco corrected Hermione firmly, shifting again so that he could run his fingers through her hair. It was unexpected, but welcome. It must have been the drunkenness that made Hermione moan softly with pleasure at the feel of Draco’s fingers scraping lightly over her scalp, and the drunkenness that stopped her from feeling embarrassed as the small sound slipped from her lips.