Hermione leant in closer, pressing their chests together. She grabbed his face, stroking his sharp cheekbones with her thumbs and he blinked rapidly, trying to keep the rain out of his eyes. They were both soaked through now; her usually wild, frizzy hair laying in wet curls against her head and her cheeks were flushed a bright red, rain dripping down her face and catching on her plump lips. He wanted to lick the water from them and to bite into the pink flesh.