Draco, now in his sweatpants and a grey shirt, looking too much like a Muggle, was glaring at the floor again, his damp hair covering his eyes. While Hermione sat in his lap, not being able to move away from him, now showered too and dressed in his clothes, his dark blue shirt basically like a dress on her. She never was the one for public displays of affection but moving away from him looked impossible and besides, they weren't in public.But that didn't stop the awkwardness of feeling theirs, now friends, eyes on them, their amused expressions annoying Draco further. He gripped Hermione's thigh harder, making her squirm in his hold, knowing that this quiet will be broken soon.