He would fall to the Cruciatus again and again if it meant to see her smile like that. Hermione's beauty could bring anyone back to life it certainly brought him back. By the dark look in her eyes Draco knew she felt it too. The fresh breath of life, flowing around them, making everything bright and warm. Draco lowered himself slowly, while still being held captive by her eyes and practically crawled towards her. Kissing her legs, her exposed belly, his breath covering her skin, making her body tingle.