While Draco was hauled up in the Hospital wing again they had spent one evening exploring the spell together, searching their inner selves with the help of the other's magic. It was enlightening, to say the least. She blushed at the memory of his roaming hands as they caressed her skin and tugged at her invisible string. They still had not gone all the way and Hermione was trepidatious of changing their lives too much in such a short time. They had a lifetime together, why rush? Her mind had drifted again, back to thoughts of his soft hands, the signet ring now tucked away in Theo’s new pouch made her blush again. Ughr, why could she not focus?  She could smell him too, the scent of green apples wafted from where he now stood behind her.