Hermione trudged downstairs to see if Draco had come back home. He had, and he was sitting at the kitchen table, his pen hovering over a page of his journal, not actually writing. It was strange for him not to have come up to bed, but Hermione just sat down beside him and wrapped an arm around his waist.
“You OK?” Hermione whispered to him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Do you want to go up now?” Draco whispered back, kissing her ear and taking her hand to lead her up to their room.
“Let’s go,” she whispered softly, and followed Draco up to sleep.