Draco Malfoy was all she could see, all she could smell, and all she could feel. Her senses felt alive as she sat there still, letting the moment wash over her. What did he think about of all this? She had not mentioned the soulbond yet and every time his shell cracked a little more towards her she felt guilt for having kept such a big secret from a man who struggled to trust anyone. For she knew it was wrong, but what choice did she really have? There was never going to be a good time to say it, the perfect moment where he would accept it graciously from her lips with a kiss and a swell of happiness. No, he would see betrayal, the lies she had kept - the secret about him he had not known. Maybe he would even try to sever it, as she had once considered and she could not blame him. With all those thoughts she decided to put it off again, wondering when she would be brave enough to speak the words. She satiated herself with the knowledge that Theo also held his bond secret from Luna. The pair seemed to  dance along a fine line of friends and almost dating. Hermione thought the knowledge of his bond must be what held Theo back from making a move.