But he fantasised, drunk in bed thinking about saving her life on a mission, her in his arms and looking up at him with those big brown eyes full of gratitude. Of course, his traitorous brain usually veered back into reality; Hermione was not really one to swoon in someone's arms – at the very least she would make some pithy comment, and he would reply in kind. There would be no melting into her saviour's strong embrace for Hermione Granger. Of course, in Draco's drunken imagination, pithy comments led to declarations of love and forgiveness, which led on to kisses, and before long his hand would slip below the bedcovers and he'd think about her like that. He always felt vaguely dirty afterwards, and not just because he couldn't remember the last time he'd had a shower.