"You don’t have to justify not wanting to tell them, Hermione. I realise that there are a vast number of reasons you don’t want them to know," Draco said without emotion – the flush of arousal gone from his cheeks, and his grey eyes composed as he looked down at her. He didn’t look as though they had just been tangled together, snogging desperately. His hair wasn’t flopping over his face for once, and apart from the marks from his fight with Ron, Draco looked elegant and unruffled. Hermione knew she probably looked flushed and dishevelled in comparison, her hair fluffing everywhere and her expression anything but calm despite her attempt to be. She leant back against his shoulder again, thinking.