"I’d love some, thank you, Mrs Weasley," Hermione answered, and Draco suppressed a jolt of surprise as her fingers crept and crawled onto his leg, squeezing gently. He glanced at Hermione surreptitiously and her cheeks were flushed slightly. Draco dropped his biscuit onto his plate and his hand crept under the table to cover hers for a brief moment, and her smile widened despite her rather clumsy attempts to appear normal. Her fingers curled around his. Draco decided that if this was a fantasy, he really didn’t give a fuck.