"Do you want to play, then?" he asked, resting his chin on her head, and thinking about how odd this was. Years and years of bitter hatred lay behind them, and not so long ago relatively speaking, Draco would have been overjoyed to make Hermione cry like this. And now he was willingly offering himself up like a lamb to the slaughter to play this silly damned boring Muggle game, so that Hermione could soundly beat him at it and be happy. She nodded again, hugging him tightly and wetly kissing his chest.