Hermione was in his arms at once, gripping his back fiercely with her small hands. "It's okay, Draco. It'll be okay. I'll see you in September, okay? Use the journal when you can, when it's safe. It'll be fine." She sounded as though she were trying to convince herself more than him, but he nodded anyway, committing the feel of her to memory. Breathing deeply, taking in the purely-Hermione smell of her, he wrapped his arms around her, reveling in her warmth, before pulling away and stepping back.