Surviving this Hell
"What are you thinking about?"
Draco looked down at the brown haired witch. Laying perfectly with her head upon his lap, he could imagine how they looked to any passerby who just happened to glance their way. How Hermione had even convinced him to accompany her to a public park was beyond him...
"Nothing really... You?"
He waited patiently for her reply, his hands finding themselves entangled in brown curls and his eyes lazily but alertly scanning their surroundings. One could never be too cautious, especially given the world that the two lived it...
"Surviving this hell..."