He awoke the next morning and found that he was still snuggled in Hermione's arms. Both mortified and comforted that she had stayed, he carefully extricated himself. Throwing a blanket over her, he left to find a hangover potion and a glass of water.
Later that morning, Hermione was escorted into the tea room for breakfast and shook her head when she found Draco freshly showered and neatly dressed for a day at work.
"Are you going into work?" she asked incredulously.
"Of course. All those accounts won't manage themselves. I've already not been there for three days."
"You have fantastic vice-presidents, and it was just the weekend. I'm sure you can leave them in charge for another week."
"And just what would you have me do otherwise? I have nothing outside of that company, now. And in case you haven't seen the papers, there's no way I'm going anywhere else for a while. I truly don't need being hounded by the press at the moment."
Hermione sat down and poured a cup of tea. "Come walk around Muggle London with me," she said as she sipped her tea. "I'll take you to the Eye and we'll get lunch at a street vendor and, well, maybe see a museum?"
Draco bowed his head and the despair shone in his eyes, but he only shook his head. "I don't know what to do," he whispered and closed his eyes.
"It will be okay, Draco," Hermione breathed. "I promise, it will all..."
Draco opened his eyes with a snap and turned to face her. He contemplated her for a minute and then nodded. "Be okay," he finished.