Hermione sealed her lips to Draco's and kissed him with everything she had. He kissed her back with equal measure and lowered them to the ground while doing so. She felt her backside hit the cold ground, but she didn't care as long as Draco had his hands around her. She clawed at the obscenely still shiny buttons to get her hands inside his clothes and feel his skin. Likewise, his hands ran up her back under her jumper. They didn't go any farther than this. It was always just the physical need to affirm each other in the other's safety through touch and kisses and shared breathing.