Draco shook his head free of his fantasies and made his eyes turn back to his book. It all depended on Hermione, anyway. On whether she wanted to explore whatever it was that thrummed like anticipation and denial in the air between them. And despite the fact that she was sleeping in his bed right now, Draco didn’t have a fucking clue what Hermione actually wanted from him. He didn’t think she did either. Fuck, he hated it when he wasn’t in control.