He had been standing outside her door for nearly five minutes, uncertainty in every breath. Was he ready? Was she? Did she want him? God knew he wanted her. She'd invited him to her room, earlier, but he didn't know if it was the heat of the moment or actual desire to renew what was between them. He was raising his hand to knock (an action he'd taken at least four different times in the last five minutes) when the door opened, revealing Hermione, whose hair was now unbound and floating around her in a wild halo. She was wearing sleep shorts and a long t-shirt. It was the first time Draco had seen so much of her skin in... ages. Like the rest of her, her arms and legs were distressingly thin, though her skin was glowing lightly and she looked... so incredibly soft. He swallowed heavily as he dragged his eyes back up her legs, meeting her eyes.