Saying that seemed to help, and the tension slowly eased out of Draco. His arm came up around her, resting over her waist and pulling her closer to him and Hermione burrowed her face down into his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The night was silent, and the moment languid, and she shut her eyes against the spill of moonlight through the windows and listened to his heart thud, felt the brush of his fingers over the naked skin of her back, curled her own arm around him, all tangled up together.