Hermione found that the more she learned about Draco, the more she wanted to know. She’d peeled back the layers of his cold, calculating persona, setting aside the spoiled, horrible child he’d been, and found a smart, fiercely loyal, lonely man whose interests aligned nicely with hers but diverged enough to keep their conversations lively. She’d known he was generous from the way he treated his elves, but he further endeared himself to her with small gifts of flowers and books from the library that he knew she’d enjoy. The best gift of all, however, was when he'd sheepishly presented her with her wand back, gleaming as though he'd spent hours polishing it to look like new. She'd merely smirked and flicked it, vanishing his clothing before setting it aside and letting him bend her over the table where they ate lunch every day.