The day of the bride-hunt ball dawned bright and clear. Hermione yawned and, dropping a kiss onto a sleeping Draco’s cheek, rolled away from him. He had a tendency to wrap himself around her like an octopus while they slept, and she had to be careful not to wake him as she untangled their limbs. If he woke up he would undoubtedly want her again, and while she would have appreciated having her mind taken off the coming ordeal, she was dutiful enough to know that they didn’t have time for sex this morning.  