Draco swallowed hard, the corners of his mouth twitching downward. "I don’t mean for the shirt." His blue eyes met hers with sincerity, looking bloodshot and mournful. Rather than say anything, she kissed him. Softly, tenderly, to keep from hurting his split lip. He didn’t protest, just fluttered his eyes closed. He would probably try to push her away again. But for the next few moments, he was hers. After his shirt was his pants, which Hermione undid the buttons on while her lips brushed his collarbones. Then her clothing, before they were in the shower together. 