Draco could feel something burning at the corner of one eye. It would’ve been incredibly awkward, of course, but he knew that Hermione wouldn't have demurred for even a moment. She would insisted he find a flat with a third bedroom, and would have put the sheets on the bed with her own hands.  She understood too much about Pansy's fate to hold their petty history against her. "I guess I'm just not that lucky," he said. "I don't get two beautiful women who both fall into raptures at my slightest touch."