The rest of the week went by without incident, every night after dinner the foursome stepped out of the castle’s front doors and marched dutifully through the forbidden forest to the moonlit clearing. The air above the grass always felt a little too still, stagnant - like it possessed magical properties of its own. They stopped taking all four brooms, opting to all take turns on the Nimbus 2001 because it hovered perfectly still over the grass. Malfoy collected his dew and then flew back to pick up Hermione so she could do the same. He clasped a strong arm around her waist every evening and every evening she revelled in the feeling of his body pressed against hers.