"I’m glad to see your habit of nervous prattling is still alive and thriving," he teased with a smirk. "Come here," Draco hummed, a reassuring smile on his face as he opened his arms to her. She crossed the room, immediately enveloped in the comfort of his arms. "You planned all of this for us?" Hermione nodded into his chest, trying to hide her self-consciousness. Draco gently hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up, and Hermione found comfort in the intensity of his grey eyes. This was her Draco. "I’m in no rush, love."