Only a little encouragement was needed to get him to the point that he was ready to push her up against a tree. Draco had a passionate streak in him that Hermione hadn't expected. Maybe it was all of the time that he spent alone. It was bound to build up over time if not released at regular intervals. His hands never stopped moving over her body, almost as if he was trying to touch every single part of her that existed. She wasn't exactly in a position to mind.