Draco bit out a disbelieving laugh and it lit up his face. Then, his head dropped so that his forehead rested on the prominent bone of her clavicle. Hermione held her breath, unsure of what to do next. Deep down Hermione wanted to reach up and wind her fingers through his pale blond hair, hold his head to her chest, and whisper reassuring nonsense into his ear. She hated herself for wanting that.