Tears sprang back into Hermione’s eyes and she bit her lip, trying to stifle the sobs she knew were coming. She felt like she was splitting in two, and her exhausted mind couldn’t contain her emotions. Draco’s hand was still flat on her chest, but when she started crying in earnest, he moved it. Both his arms encircled her, and with vague shock she felt his lips press warm and soft on her forehead as he drew her close.