Draco's eyes slid away from hers, a flush rising in his cheeks and then he looked back to her, licking his lips and trying to force himself to say the words without feeling like he was going to crack up. But he couldn't. Hermione's mouth quirked into a slight smile; those lips, soft and smiling, little faint lines bracketing the smile that would deepen with age, and if he ever got to see that happen it would be a miracle.