Draco lifted his face to meet Remus’ worried expression in the doorway. His hair was still wet from the shower, his cotton t-shirt clinging to his body, and Draco was momentarily distracted by thoughts of peeling it from his torso. Hermione’s quiet sniffle brought his focus back on their witch and he brushed away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb, "Now now, none of this, Granger. How about some tea?" Draco looked back at Remus, silently asking for his support.