"Very worth it," Hermione said, pure surety in her tone, pushing herself up and over so that she straddled his lap and looked down at him, and he could see the glow in her eyes, and the faint, wobbly smile on her lips. And then her hands slipped behind Draco's neck, drawing him closer, and her mouth was slanting over his, warm and damp and sweet. He felt relief and arousal melt through his bones, and he met her kiss hungrily, needily, twisting them around, sinking onto the bed so that she lay beneath him.