Draco couldn’t summon the energy to be angry though, not right now. Maybe later. Yes, he could be angry later, once he had taken the time to luxuriate in having Hermione back again. The thought was surreal, and he thought back to Hogwarts and how much he had despised Hermione then, and he wondered what his younger self would think of him now. Draco thought a younger Draco Malfoy would likely scoff at him, disgusted in him, horrified by the way his arm held Hermione closer than was necessary, the way he fantasised about kissing her again – and not just kissing but more. He didn’t care. Things changed. Life was different. He was different. And if Hermione Granger made him feel less like clawing his way through the walls with his bare fingers, then...