"I love you. More than I should. But Merlin, I fucking well do." Draco was stupid and he said too much, still too drunk obviously, and as soon as he said it he wished he could take it back. He mentally crossed his fingers, and hoped to hell Hermione was too kiss-dazed and happy at hearing "I love you" to notice his stupid damned slip. His fingers dragged firmly down her cheek as he breathed in the scent of her, and she smelt like sweat and sex and the faintest trace of shampoo, and her forehead furrowed. She opened her mouth, and Draco could see the question hanging unspoken in the air.