So everyone sitting in the lounge – their peers, the older Order members not much interested in Muggle movies – said raucous happy birthdays to Draco when she and he had come into the room. And he'd stood there stunned, like the world had been turned upside-down and shaken on him, and then nodded sharply and scowled at them all, and Hermione had laughed inwardly at how lost he'd been. They'd sat on the couch together and watched Starship Troopers with the others, and Draco's arm had been at first awkward and then relaxed around her shoulders, and her fingers had crept boldly over his lap, to knead him through his trousers. Teasing promises of what was to come later on tonight, and he didn't shove her hand away so he must have liked it.