Hermione knocked him into the empty street, as they stumbled back together wordlessly, his arms wrapped so tightly around her that she couldn’t breathe. He smelled differently now, of sea salt, mint. The rain poured over them as it did that afternoon in Atlantis, soaking Hermione’s work blouse, her raincoat forgotten in the pub. Muggles were staring as they scurried along the walk, at the odd couple out in the rain, but it didn't occur to Hermione to mind as she tilted her chin up to meet Draco’s eyes. 