Aside from the raging hard-on he’d been left with following their tryst in the alcove, Draco was having a fantastic day. His mind was clear, he’d sensed no oncoming headache, and he’d had his head buried between Granger’s thighs not minutes ago. The issue with her dreams seemed to be small in comparison to all else that they’d had going on, but Draco could sense how uncomfortable she’d been as of recent. Not that he minded how she’d practically jumped him any chance she got. He’d never felt so sexually gratified in his life as he had the last couple of weeks with Hermione. 