Hermione shook her head with a sigh, and looked out the window again. Draco hugged her from behind. His hands started wandering. His desire was stirring in the pit of his stomach. Again. Very soon after he’d fucked her brains out. Nothing unusual where they were concerned. The rain finally stopped. The sun was peeking from behind the heavy lead clouds. Maybe it was a symbol, to mark an important moment, a threshold. Even though they had always been above such mundane things. Or below them. Beyond them, at any rate. They’d live, and would always live, in their own insane little world.