And then Hermione drew back a little from their desperate snog, dropping gentle kisses on his parted, kiss-swollen lips, a smile tugging at her mouth. Draco opened his eyes and looked at her, glazed and quicksilver, and she drove her fingers into his hair, pulling his head down so that their foreheads rested together, noses touching. He blinked and opened his mouth to say something but Hermione was already speaking, a warm happiness glowing inside her.