Draco reached into his pocket and withdrew a handkerchief, the monogrammed initials DM delicate in one corner, and handed it across to her without comment. He signaled for another drink of his own, gulping the last of what he had.
His voice was low as he spoke. "If you are to fall in love -- with Weasley or anyone -- it will happen, war or not. Life happens, Hermione, often when least expected. You are a Gryffindor; when you see something you want, you will seize it, I am sure of that. If you haven't, then that means you do not think it is good enough yet."