They wouldn’t say much except for a brief discussion about her tactics during the mission, and they wouldn’t touch except for their hands when he took his hot chocolate from her, and maybe their feet bumping together under the table. But there was always something in those moments with him that made Hermione feel safe. Like the mission wasn’t really over until she went to see Draco, and saw the fear in his eyes be usurped by relief at seeing her still alive.