"I thought that was rather clearly implied. With the kissing, and the touching, and the..." Hermione frowned at him reprovingly and Draco snapped his mouth shut at her expression. Looked at her carefully, and she dropped her eyes, forehead all furrowed and mouth pursed, embarrassed. "Now you’re making me ask silly questions, Hermione." Draco fidgeted uneasily; worried at his lip, ran his hand through his hair. "Do you like me? Or is that some Gryffindor thing, throwing yourself at the nearest available body after having thrown yourself heedlessly into a fight?"