Draco groaned and took charge of the kiss, rolling to lay Hermione on the cool wood carving. The golden glow remained, and as Draco tore Hermione’s shirt from her body with a loud rip, he let his thoughts flow freely, "You’re the fucking sun, Granger. I love you," Draco noted Hermione wasn’t wearing a bra and ducked down to take her right nipple into his mouth, his hands continued a path down her abdomen and under the waistband of her jeans. 