While Draco worked at untying the robe covering Hermione, she busied her hands with the buttons on his shirt. The air in the flat was thick with anticipation of what would happen next. For once, she didn't want to dwell too much on the logistics or worry about the details. She longed to do nothing but feel what life had to offer. Hadn't she had enough misery in life to allow for just a few moments of pleasure? Just as the Death Eaters used to reach out with both hands to grab what distractions from the pain of their existence they could in the beginning of their regime, she let all of her concerns drift away.