"Don't," she grumped and flung her arm over her eyes, scowling. And then it was quiet, drowsy sun-warmth and soft bed, and Draco's side pressed firm against her. She smiled, drifting happy and contented. The two of them together in the sun, with nothing to worry about and nothing to do, except whatever they wanted. For a little while, just a little while. And it was so wonderfully perfect. And then something tickled the sole of her foot again, and something else nudged the side of her head. Hermione frowned, grumbling some more and wrapped her hand around Draco's ankle, pushing his foot away from her face and jerking her foot away from his tickling hand.