Draco gathered Hermione a little closer to him, her tousled hair splashing across his chest and their legs tangling together like brambles. Feathering a couple of kisses against her damp forehead, he drew lazy circles against the beads of her spine with his fingers. His breaths were deep and steady. Content. Always content here with her. But she shifted her weight so she could look up at him, her owlish eyes as wide as the moon. Frowning, he shook his head at her.