"Shut your mouth, witch. We both know you were, so just accept my offering of getting my hands smelly again from that horrendous paste of yours." He called to her as he moved to the kitchen to make tea for the both of them. Hermione smiled to herself as she settled better on the sofa, stretching her legs in front of her. She accepted the steaming mug of tea Draco returned with and the soft kiss he placed on her lips. His mug aside, he patted his thighs for her to swing her leg up. It was a bit of an effort, but she managed it all the same, feeling every tendon stretch as she did so, but it was quickly eased once Draco carefully started rubbing along the splinch scar that still marred her leg.