"All sorted with the Golden Boy?" Draco asked as Hermione’s fingers nimbly threaded each button through its corresponding hole. She glanced up at him, pushed herself up on tippy-toes and kissed his full, luscious mouth. Smiled. She felt lighter now, like an actual weight had been lifted off her. Harry had found out, and it hadn’t been that bad. It hadn’t been great by any stretch of the imagination, but in the end it hadn’t been half as awful as Hermione had feared it would be.