She wasn't the only one who was well on her way to being drunk. He'd been meeting her glass for glass in the other room too. Smirking after catching her, the wizard pressed his body against hers, effectively pinning her against the sink. Startled at first by the change in position, when Hermione looked into his darkened eyes she knew what to expect. There was always passion between the two of them when Rodolphus allowed himself to let go. Rarely happening, when it did, she took the opportunity to enjoy herself. His soft, practiced lips sought hers in a fiery moment. Lasting not nearly long enough to satisfy Hermione's ache, he pulled away with a sheepish grin plastered on his handsome features.