"Don’t be ridiculous, Draco." He stared at her but said nothing, his head tilted to one side, wordlessly questioning, and she stepped forward and grabbed his shirt. "I never said anything about...ending this." Her fingers were nimble and quick, and she stood close to him, the light blanket tucked around her like a sarong. Draco was reminded of the very first time she had ever done this, and a pang hit him hard. He didn’t want it to be over. He really fucking didn’t. Draco pushed a fall of hair back from Hermione’s face, his thumb brushing over her cheek. Tucked it gently behind her ear.