Draco's throat felt all choked up suddenly, and he couldn't speak, just stared at Hermione dumbly. He knew how much she hated flying, and she knew how much he loved it, how being on a broomstick made him feel alive and free. And she pushed up on tiptoes and swayed into him, kissed him long and hard on the mouth in front of everyone, and for a perfect moment Draco forgot about the war, and his family, and the possibility of Azkaban looming in the far-off future. Hermione pulled away, eyes rich firewhiskey and sparking with amber as she grinned up at him, saying playful and teasing: