A bundle of clothes landed unceremoniously in her lap, and Hermione jumped, snapped out of remembrance. She blinked back tears as she sorted through them numbly, dressing while still avoiding looking at Draco. She couldn't decide if she regretted it or not. In the end, Hermione thought she was glad. It wasn't how she had always imagined losing her virginity, but it had been with someone she loved, and it had felt good – ohgodsogood – and those things had to count for something. She zipped up her jersey and raked her fingers painfully through her knotted hair, trying to work up the courage to say something, to break the awful silence – to look Draco in the eye.