It was snowing lightly outside the following morning. Draco was the first to wake, and pulled Hermione to him, nuzzling along her throat before rising to prepare for the day. Hermione held out for a moment longer, not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed, but in the end dragged herself out of it and also began to dress. They hardly spoke, but Hermione could sense Draco’s good mood. She, in turn, was cautiously optimistic. Draco pulled her in for a kiss before they left the room together to go to the dining hall.