By silent agreement they lay curled together without speaking for a while, blankets drawn up over them, limbs entwined. Hermione wished she knew what Draco was thinking; wished he would have talked to her openly instead of denying everything. Perhaps she didn't have a right to know what was going on in his head, but Merlin she wanted to know so badly. Part of it was plain curiosity she admitted to herself shamefacedly, but mostly she wanted to know because she loved him and she wanted to help him.