"That’s – that’s perfect." Hermione felt trembly-happy and warm inside – that was possibly the sweetest thing anyone had said to her, ever, and she wanted to stay wrapped in his arms forever. Forever and ever, where it was warm and cosy and smelt so good she could just eat him. "I better go." She extricated herself from Draco’s arms reluctantly, and waved in the direction of the stairs. "Are you...?" Draco tucked an errant wave of hair behind her ear and she shivered at his touch.