It was nearing impossible to resist his touch now, she craved him in ways that were surely indecent. The urges were so strong it was hard to concentrate on anything other than the trajectory of his signet ring as he brushed his long fringe from his eyes or his tongue when he glided it over his bottom lip in frustration. She was completely and utterly infatuated by him and it was driving her insane. Holding back so his injuries could heal felt particularly cumbersome. However, Draco seemed to forget his injuries altogether as he went down on her in the hospital bed in the early hours of Monday morning. She figured he was having as many problems staying away from her as she was. It felt unhealthy to rely on another human this much. They had gone from enemies to sort of friends to spending every minute possible in each other's company. Even Theo and Luna didn't seem this consumed although Hermione wondered how long it would be until all of their bonds were sealed for good. She wondered if she should add another line to the parchment in the dungeon containing the bet. 