Hermione squeaked softly in surprise as his lips moved against hers in what she could only describe as perfect harmony. He slid his hands along her jaw, tangling his fingers in her curls, parting her lips with his tongue, and drawing a lengthy moan from her mouth. Before she could register or process what was happening her hands began moving with a mind of their own; grabbing the front of his coat and pulling him closer, needing the sweet pressure of his body against hers.