"Well, good." Was all she could say as she slowly stopped crying. He rose to kiss her last tears away before she tilted her chin up towards him. His warm lips placed tender kisses on every inch of her face and when she closed her eyes, she felt the heat from his skin move closer as he nudged for her to move up the bed - her bed. They never spent time in here for obvious reasons of the many preparations Hermione had set up. But the intensity of their situation made it the perfect place for this particular moment. Draco watched her as she moved up and made herself comfortable, with a sensual gleam in his eyes. She nearly always expected his eyes to drift all over her body - they did so most of the time when she was bared before him - but that night he kept his gaze firmly on her face and her eyes, almost searing into her soul. Instead, he used his hands to roam across her skin, sending tendrils of pleasure along the way as he did so.