"I love you, and I’ve not had near enough time to say that and to mean it and to show you how much I mean it. Let’s get you the fuck out of here, yeah?" Draco smiled down at her through the glass. Hermione returned it with a hesitant nod, and a soft smile, still unable to speak through the glass, still unsure of Draco’s confidence that this would work. She’d never seen him so sure in his own intuition. 