It didn’t take long for the door of the office to swing open, Draco entered first making a beeline for the arm of the chair she was curled in. Harry and Theo followed close behind, lost in their own conversation. Draco perched on the armrest of the chair, casually draping his arm across the back of the chair. To Harry and Theo, his positioning may have been vaguely possessive, but Hermione knew better. Because what the other two men couldn’t see, was the very deliberate touch of his fingertips along the bare skin of the back of her arm. His magic danced down her arm, leaving the hairs to stand up straight in their wake as she looked up at him. His dark gray eyes glinted with something she couldn’t quite place, as he studied her face. 