"Yours too," she murmured, tugging at the back of his shirt. Because of his hand there could probably never be any seamless, easy and teasing stripping off of each other's clothes, one thing at a time. It broke up the moments, lessened the heavy, hot burn of want between them and worse, it made both of them think about Draco's injury and how it had happened. They'd never talked about the way it affected their sex, but they didn't have to – it was painfully obvious. Hermione hadn't ever known any different than how they did it though. She still wasn't sure if Draco had or not, and carefully had avoided asking him, telling herself that it wasn't important. At any rate, she thought, murmuring a happy sound as his hand slid lightly over her stomach, they had adjusted rather well.