From her position inside the house, Hermione observed as Remus closed the gap between himself and Draco. Remus grabbed the blonde by the throat and yanked his mouth towards his, and if she thought the kiss she just shared with Draco was passionate, it didn’t hold a candle to what she was witnessing. Both men looked like they were fighting for dominance, Remus’ hand still around Draco’s neck while Draco had both hands fisted in Remus’ shirt. Her own breath quickened, and she wanted to watch them just as badly as she wanted to be out there participating. Arousal pooled in her stomach, and she actively had to keep herself from plummeting her fingers down the front of her leggings, already knowing she’d find herself completely soaked.