"Five minutes ago you weren’t thinking. And it was good, wasn’t it?" Draco demanded and Hermione felt lust hum to brief life and nodded. "So why can’t we just...go with it, whatever it is?" Draco’s hand went to her cheek, his fingertips soft and warm on her skin and Hermione twisted her head around, looked up into his eyes; calm and still. She wanted this. Her stomach flipped and she wanted it more than anything in the world in this moment. Wanted him despite the consequences, whatever they might be.