"Good," she said, and kissed him. Their mouths moved together, Draco’s lips parting and Hermione’s tongue darting inside his mouth, sliding over his tongue. Draco’s teeth tugged at her lower lip, and Hermione’s fingers curled into his hair as she clung as close to him as she could get; her leg threading between his two, his erection nestling hard against her thigh. Draco’s mouth was soft and wet, and Hermione’s knickers dampened further as arousal made her slick, and she moaned and rocked her hips out toward him with instinctive want.