"It's like –" Hermione hesitated, not wanting to risk breaking the spell they seemed to be under, but now the thought of what this moment could be – except it couldn't – was rattling in her head, wanting to get out, and if she couldn't share her thoughts with Draco, then... "It's like the war was all just a bad dream, that none of it was real – that this, us, is what's really real." Hermione shook her head; that didn't sound right at all. It sounded so stupid and all wrong somehow when she tried to explain aloud what she was thinking, and she said so. But Draco just shifted to face her and kissed her full on the mouth, an aching tenderness in the way his lips pressed on hers.