"Debates," she said firmly and went on. "And I could never have those with Ron, or Luna, or Ginny – maybe Harry, but...no. No, it’s only you that I can talk to the way I do. It’s refreshing." Hermione’s eyes traced over the sharp angles of Draco’s face, his tousled white-blonde hair and steely grey eyes, that oh-so-kissable mouth – and lean, positively edible body. She went pink as she added – "and I’m desperately attracted to you as well."