He promised to take care of her, and he means it. When Hermione wakes with heat sparking under her skin, Draco will not let the Hospital Wing decide for them. He gets her out, finds the door that answers to a single word, and keeps every line of consent clear as want turns into a choice. In the quiet that follows, they finally talk. Biology or love, casual or real, what he felt before she ever presented, why he came running when he heard her cry, and whether fate has anything to do with it. His offer to step aside collides with her answer, I fancy you too, and a temporary arrangement becomes something neither can pretend away.