Draco followed her to the bedroom and watched as she got dressed. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his expression guarded. When she was ready, Hermione thought about passing him and walking straight out, but she couldn’t without at least stopping to kiss him on the cheek. His resolve broke. He pushed her against the wall and kissed her with the same animalistic passion as before. His hand moved to caress her between her legs over her clothes and she hissed.