"Oh of course." She stepped out of the doorway and Draco dropped his bag outside the room, entering to find Scorpius playing quietly in the crib. Hermione realized she was making things awkward and headed down the hall to the bathroom. She took a few minutes to wash her face and rebraid her hair. And contemplate the kiss that she and Draco had shared in the library and what he had said about his 6 month plan. She rather thought he had got his own hopes up. First flirting with her about being Mrs. Malfoy, then kissing her against his better judgment apparently. She was glad he had, it had been a wonderful kiss. Soft and sweet and gentle. Not like some fellows who would try and taste her tonsils. Or paw all over her. Yeck. His hands had been on her back or in her hair. All very proper. 