It was rather strange, being here still though. It had been nearly a week and Draco had been perfectly bloody fine for the last four days and in no need of being at a special Healer's. Why the hell were they still here? If he'd had any reason to be, Draco would have been suspicious. But he didn't have any reason to be, did he? His hand slid up and down Hermione's bare arm and goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch and she hummed happily, head resting back on his chest, fitting nicely beneath his chin. He suspected that she had finagled the extra days out of Potter or Lupin, so that the two of them could have a chance to sort things out between them.