Hermione hesitated, unsure of what to do but, when his fingers touched her bare thigh and sent a wave of shocks through her system, she moaned, pressing her lips to his arm to taste his blood. They held eye contact for ten seconds and more, droplets of blood running down their chins before Draco pulled away and pressed his lips to hers, claiming them in a passionate, intense kiss. Hermione felt dizzy, almost high because she had tasted his blood, and it made her feel like she was floating in the air, her body extra sensitive and needy to his touch. The magic in his blood tingled against the tip of her tongue and she ravished in the feeling. 