Hermione reached out to cusp Draco’s face in her palms, like a prayer. She waited until Draco stared straight at her, tears or not, and then she bent forward and kissed her reply. It was anything, but the kiss from before. This kiss was soft, playing on the edges – eager to please, afraid to scare away. This kiss was testing, how far they could go before they pulled back. This kiss was hopeful, dreamy. It was Hermione – with all her heart bursting with love. It was Draco – reaching out for the impossible. This was Hermione letting go of her questions, of her need to fix everything. This was Draco – reigning in his magic, controlling himself, his actions once again. This was them – unapologetic, complicated and beautiful.