Hermione rolled her eyes at them both and leaned in, taking her cup of tea on top of the coffee table. Oh, if looks could kill, she thought. Hermione never understood how Luna was one of a few people, tow basically including herself, in this world that managed to get under Draco's skin, without suffering from the consequences."It seems you finally figured it out." Luna eyed them knowingly, her smile was genuine and soft."What are you talking about ?" Hermione asked her but it seems they all knew already what happened between them. Her palm tingled when she felt him stroke her waist.