Not this time. This time he kissed her with intent to take everything she could offer. His lips, so very soft—softer than she remembered—moved and claimed her while he held her to him so tightly Hermione could scarcely breathe. His fingers at her waist bunched into her jumper, the hand in her hair maneuvering her head like a doll to allow him to lick and kiss, nip and suck as he wished. This was not the same boy who asked her how to best please her. This was a boy taking everything he could in a last desperate attempt, and giving her everything he shouldn’t in the same breath. Hermione responded in kind, which seemed to irritate him further. 