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"Have you ever held a man's hand before, Granger?" Draco griped.
"Ah ah, we agreed to use first names. For realism," she chided, speaking low as another witch passed. "Besides, what's wrong with the way I hold hands?"
"Where do I start, Hermione? You swing your arm, you squeeze too tightly, you won't intertwine fingers..."
Suddenly her lips were on his. Draco pulled away, shocked.
"Granger, there isn't anyone around to see."
She laced their fingers. "I had to shush you somehow."
"Just for reference," he mused, "is that how you'll always quiet me? Because I can be quite chatty..."