Still clearly exhausted from his excursions outside the flat the night before, Draco rubbed at his tired eyes. He stopped a few steps away from where she was cooking breakfast to gauge her mood. It was only after she granted him a small smile that he closed the distance between them to kiss her. Surprised at first by the affection, Hermione froze. She wasn't used to such an exuberant show of apology. Sure, the other men in her life would eventually come calling for a little make-up action, but they never started off with a kiss that she felt down to her toes. Perhaps, she had been arguing with wizards incorrectly her entire life. Over sooner than she was ready, when he broke the kiss to stare into her eyes, she was at a loss of what to say.