They didn’t dwell on it, though. Draco got in the car after her and he was kissing her again in no time. His hand traveled from her waist down over her hip, her thigh, all the way down to her knee, but only the touch of his hand wasn’t enough. Hermione swung her leg over his thighs and straddled him. She felt his lean hard body against hers and the surge of desire that suddenly overcame her was almost unbearable. She fisted his hair and kissed him hungrily, biting his lower lip, eliciting a moan from Draco’s lips that vibrated through her mouth all the way down to her core. Her hips moved against him of their own volition, desperately seeking friction, and Draco’s fingers dug painfully deep into her hips as he guided her against his crotch.