She sounded so fucking hopeful, so bloody optimistic and Draco couldn't help but lift his eyes from the grass to her. Hermione's eyes were bright, when they weren't obscured behind the occasional banner of hair fluttering across her face in the wind. Her hand was firm around his arm, and her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. She stepped closer to him so their bodies were pressed together and her breasts were crushed softly against him, her face tipped up to his, and Merlin, she looked so pretty.