Hermione and Draco both laid on their couch, well, more specifically, Draco was laying on Hermione while she was pressed against the said couch. His head buried into the crook of her neck, the tip of his nose touching her jaw while his eyes were closed, she guessed he was half-asleep. His hands wrapped tighter around Hermione while enjoying the feeling of her fingers playing with his hair. They didn't talk, just listened to each other breathing, enjoying the sound of the logs burning in the fireplace. They both looked exhausted, neither of them got enough sleep since Draco liked kissing her at nights too much but at the same they looked alive, pressed against each other like that. Hermione knew they needed to talk since Draco had new information and she did too but neither of them seemed to want to start. Plus the whole accident with them temporary loosing the feeling was nagging Hermione since.While Draco was breathing softly on top of her, his palm caressing her side slowly as if he was in some kind of trance she wondered about upcoming week. So much has happened it seemed that she only blinked and the Christmas Ball was already right here. Only a week.This weekend, while everyone in the school got permission to go back home, since the emotional support was still needed after the war, they choose to go over their plan again and stay at the Malfoy Manor. New information meant possible change of plans and also they need to finally figure out what's exactly going on between them. Considering everything she lived through in that place, Draco once called his home, she wasn't exactly joyous about the idea of returning there. But since she was sure Molly Weasley will not let her near their new, renovated now proper house, she decided that the Manor was the best option for her. Hermione glanced at her wrist where the scar still burned, memories fresh but not that hurtful, not anymore.Something else she deeply wondered about, was what possessed Ron to take Harry's memories ? He didn't do it with Pansy and she was the actual danger to him. And yet Hermione's not even sure if Ron's responsible for this act either. What did happen is that she planted a seed of doubt in Harry's already messed up mind and that will only aid them.There were so many parts missing in this game and she could give herself a headache just trying to think about it or solve it but when there is a beautiful man on top of you, you just can't force yourself to think about those you loathe instead of those who you love-Love ? Hermione's heart skipped a beat when she caught herself saying that word. She did admit to him that she cared for him deeply, more than anyone in her life. Love was quite a difficult subject for Hermione and Draco. Both were deprived of that feeling since early childhood in one way or another, then even if she found someone she could love they got taken by war or hurt her in ways she never knew they could. Hermione always loved Harry but that was a long time ago.He hummed quietly, alerting her that he didn't fall asleep on her, thankfully. She did feel warm and cozy but she figured that either he would fall on his arse during the night or she would suffocate form the lack of oxygen. Neither of those options seemed cute.Draco reached for her hand, which stopped during her thinking period and now was pressed against his head. He took her wrist in his hand indicating for her to start massaging again, getting used to the feeling. He jumped though when she hissed in pain, his head snapping to look at her but still held on to her wrist. Hermione's eyes widen slightly when she realized what happened. Hermione watched how Draco sat up slowly,  deciding to have a better look and rolled up her sleeve, exposing her bruised skin. It wasn't that bad but you could definitely make out, now dark purple, fingerprints. And judging by Draco's hard glare at her hand and then his head turning sideways, silently questioning her, made her heart drop a little.She won't admit this but once in her life Hermione was scared of this look on his face but now, knowing that this was directed at the person who hurt her, made Hermione feel things yet again. The girl knew she should probably feel threatened or scared but those emotions were long gone, besides, she knew he won't hurt her. Draco squeezed her bruised hand a little, making her hiss yet again and jump from admiring him to glaring daggers and muttering "prick" under her nose silently but she knew he heard. So much for that last sentence, she thought bitterly. Rolling her eyes at him and knowing that he won't drop this she looked away from Draco. "I ran into Harry while searching for you. Nothing serious." She shrugged.