In the slytherin common room, Hermione and Draco were staring at each other. Hermione cleared her throat. "Draco," she said. "What would your parents do if they about....us?"
"They'd probably disown me," replied Draco with a grin. "But I could run away. My dad wouldn't mind. But my mom....I'm pretty sure she'd be crying for days together."
"Or.....? I know you're thinking about something else."
"Or...I could murder my dad."
"NO!"
Draco smiled. "Kidding! Why do you always take everything so seriously?"
"You could come to my house. During the summer break"
"And live with muggles? No thank you."
"Puh-lease! You're going to live with a muggle for the rest of your life."
"You're not a muggle."
"I'm a muggle born."
"I love you just the same."
Draco leaned in and gave a delicate but affectionate kiss.
"So do I, Draco" whispered Hermione.