Hermione stays for dinner, and they move to the sofa for another glass of wine and then another. With each soft laugh and earnest argument and teasing smile, they move closer together until their fingers touch then gently intertwine, and, when Hermione suggests after a deep yawn that she ought to go home, Draco suggests that she ought to stay, and she falls asleep next to him, wrapped in a large sweater as he twists her curls around his finger.