Only their panting filled the silence as they both came down from their high. Hermione was resting her head on his chest, and Draco wiped the sweat from his eyes while the room swam back into view. Zabini’s severed head had watched them the entire time, he noticed now. And it didn’t make him squeamish in the slightest. If anything, it was downright amusing. Bordering on arousing. After all, they had reached the point during their coupling where they talked about killing each other, had they not? As was their custom. 