Draco’s eyes were silver and bright on her face and nearly level with hers being a step below her. His hand came up to her cheek; thumb stroking slowly and reverently over the angle of her cheekbone. Hermione’s breath came shallow and quick as Draco’s thumb played over the lines and curves of her cheek and jaw. And then his hand slid into her damp, curly hair at the back of her head and pulled her close, his lips meeting hers; gentler than usual because of their injuries but no less sweet, and Hermione mewled with pleasure. Finally. Oh god, finally.