"The bond, it’s– well, I think it’s quite anticipating the ritual tomorrow. I feel it too," Hermione looked up at Draco to search his eyes. A piece of hair had fallen out of place over his forehead, he wore a rumpled white t-shirt, and a pair of grey joggers. Watching Draco Malfoy embrace the more casual side of life was a pleasure Hermione would never tire of. Without thought, she worked her bottom lip between her teeth, attempting to keep from climbing him like a tree. 