Hermione had known growing up she wasn't like her parents, now that gap seemed to be all the more widened. All the more encompassing in its vastness. What would it mean when she finally got to them and undid her memory charms? If she could do that. Draco pulled back head at her shoulder and breathing in at her neck. "Dear Salazar you taste so good." He chuckled. "Then again, you're the only one I've eaten." She huffed, but felt oddly pleased. 