He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, a chaste goodbye. He hadn't had the courage to do it when she had been awake, and he doubted she had wanted to say goodbye. It was easier this way, to pretend nothing had happened between them. That she was just... going to be gone. As if she never had been here. Two people, passing in the night. But he knew some part of him would miss her. Because this Granger was different. She had so openly accepted him. Because over the last few weeks, Draco had started to fall for the awkward, piss-poor witch that was this Hermione Granger. 