"It was..." she trailed off and brushed his fringe out of his gorgeous grey eyes. Everything looked perfect. Everything was right with the world for one, wonderful moment. Draco’s hand rested flat palm down on her lower belly, and he rested his chin on the back of his hand, lazy and relaxed, still looking so smug she would want to slap him if she didn’t love him – if he hadn’t just done that. They lay there quietly for a moment. Draco opened and shut his mouth a couple of times, shifted his jaw side to side like it ached and Hermione realised it probably did after all that, and felt slightly guilty.