"No, you’re Hermione Granger," Draco said softly, words slurring a bit. His hand reached out and pushed a wayward fall of hair off her face, and Hermione held her breath as his fingers brushed against her cheek for a brief second. Like silk and fire and the shock of static electricity. "Campaigner for all that is right and good in the world," he added with a laugh in his voice and Hermione nodded, his words reminding her of something lurking at the edges of her drunken thoughts.