"How about we talk about something less sombre? At least until you're back in my bed again?" Draco came back to sit next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, though not without a very distinct gleam in his eyes. Hermione couldn't even try to prevent the shy smile that graced her mouth just then. Or the thoughts of her wrapped in Draco's arms in the solitude of the Head Dorms. Of his hands caressing her soft skin under her nightshirt. She suddenly felt very warm in places that had nothing to do with the blanket covering her lower body.