The feel of warm hands against her thighs brought her face back to front so quickly she feared she'd get whiplash. Apparently, the conversation between Pansy and Draco about the latter's failure to hold the former's newborn had continued on while Hermione had kept tabs on her friends. Pansy, clearly having come out the victor of that particular conversation, had convinced Draco to hold the baby. Unfortunately, the baby was firmly ensconced in Hermione's lap. Meaning that the hands now sweeping across her thighs belonged to the man tasked with holding Camilla. Brown eyes met silvery grey for a long moment as Draco positioned his hands and lifted the tiny bundle into his own arms. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, before he broke their eye contact and turned away, leaving Hermione frozen where she sat, the feeling of his hands lingering far longer than it should have.