Was it possible to lose something that he had never had? The loss of potential? He didn't know, but it was suddenly desperately important that Hermione knew how he felt. Draco sat forward in one swift motion sliding his hand into her hair to cradle the back of her neck, pulling her toward him, and kissing her. Gently at first but then hard and desperate, crushing their lips together, Hermione's soft, warm mouth just as urgent as his, her tongue flicking out and meeting his, sending welcome heat through him in a sharp thrill. Her arms curled up tight and fierce around his neck and when they finally pulled apart for breath, her nipples brushing against his chest with every little gasp she took, Draco told her.