"You could have died last night. I don't care about the future. I don't care. I want you now. I can't keep doing this...we aren't even fooling ourselves. The kisses, the..." Draco watched with interest, as Hermione looked away, a flush rising in her cheeks. The pain potion was replacing the horrible, consuming fog of pain with a fog that was mellow and warm, and he smirked at her.