She swallowed. The butterflies in her stomach jumped. This was it. The silence was deafening. She wanted to speak, to break the spell, to do anything but stand there drowning in the gray of his gaze. She couldn’t utter a word, so instead she turned slowly, stood on tiptoes and placed a shaky, unsure kiss on his lips. It was the first she’d ever initiated, and her stomach swooped at the realization. Hermione lowered herself back on her heels, about to step back.