"Please," she whispered, glancing nervously over her shoulder at the cluster of lumos" where the others were gathering. Draco could hear someone vomiting and the Weasley twins cracking jokes, his eyes glued to Hermione's tired, pleading brown stare. He took a deep breath and before he could think better of it, brushed the backs of his fingers over hers, and then they both twisted their hands and their fingers locked together for the briefest of moments before he pulled his hand away. Draco's heart thudded hard as Hermione smiled hopefully at him, and he said hesitantly: