"I’m holding you up. And yes, I am a git. Did it take you this long to work that out, Hermione? And here I thought you were the clever one of the Golden Trio." There was a teasing, rough quality to his voice that Hermione thought sounded far too appealing, and it was with a small sound of disappointment that she made herself straighten and turned to face him. Her legs pressed hard into the bed behind her, and Draco stood right there, eyes half hidden behind his fringe and Hermione reached up and brushed it to the side with her fingers.