"Looks like somebody has some wind," Hermione said to Teddy in a cooing baby-voice, and Draco felt inexplicably sulky that Teddy hadn't actually been smiling at him, but had wind of all things. He kept jiggling the baby slightly, eyes darting to Hermione's face. Her firewhiskey eyes were almost black in the dim light, her skin silver-stained by the moon, and she drifted her hand up his arm, ghosting along and giving him tingling shivers.