How had things gotten so awkward? Draco had made an overture to Hermione. He really didn't feel too comfortable trying to make another. She hadn't rebuffed him, but she was hardly swooning.
The smell of sex hanging in the air was actually pretty fucking hot to Draco, even though things were awkward. He sighed contently and folded his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling.
Draco was tempted to stay the night. The bed was comfy and he enjoyed basking in what they had just done.