"That's all right," he said and tried to mean it, tried not to think about the fear on Pansy's face, and the shame and embarrassment that had washed over it when she'd realised what she'd said, who she'd thought Draco was. Merlin, he never wanted that to happen again. He drifted his hand down Hermione's back, over the smooth creamy skin, and she shivered a little at the sensation and paused in detangling her hair to smile at him, soft and apologetic.