"I love you too." There was a hint of a question there in her voice as she caught the way he looked at her, the way he spoke, but he left it unanswered and Hermione didn't ask; for once, she seemed content to let secrets lie and leave her curiosity unsated. Although the good fucking he'd given her probably had more to do with her disinterest than any decision to respect Draco's privacy; she was languorous and heavy-eyed, much as he was, and they didn't talk at all for a long, languid time.