"I don't need to read your mind to know what you are thinking." Hermione laughed at that, poking him in the ribs which had no effect, especially after the time she found out that this man never was ticklish."I swear you'll kill me someday, woman. Get up." Draco, with great annoyance, sat up and glared at the floor and Hermione followed his movements, a small smile on her face. Like a child, Draco was cranky in the mornings but he would kill her she would tell anyone.They sat there for a while, just enjoying the silence and calmness. Hermione put her head on his shoulder gently and Draco lay his on hers, their hands laced together. The ones that bled a few hours before only without no trace of the knife ever piercing their skin. She only now noticed how bloody they looked, her white blouse mostly red."Was there really so much blood ?" She felt him shrug, making her head lift up. Draco didn't look that fresh as well but neither of them seemed to care. Draco lifted up his head and turned to look down at Hermione, making her do the same, their eyes meeting. Hermione bit her lip and he leaned in closer, now his gaze dark and hungry but not for food. Yeah, defiantly not for food.Hermione felt some kind of thirst, but her throat wasn't dry and she exhaled deeply. He slowly lowered his head, their lips touching and she felt the need to touch him, feel him in any way possible. Draco let go of her hand and pushed Hermione down on the sofa again, his hands holding her waist, agonizingly slowly pushing them up her chest.Draco felt her need and want, knowing that she was feeling the same things like him made him even more wide awake. The need to touch her was never this agonizingly strong.He broke the kiss and lowered his lips to her neck, hearing her moan out of pure bliss, when he kissed right there where she loved. His hands gripped her buttoned up, bloody shirt and ripped it, a tearing sound reaching her ears.