"It wasn’t everything you deserve, but it was a start," he replied, setting aside his glass as well and shifting to face her. His hand came up to cradle her jaw, a look of such adoration in his eyes that Hermione’s breath caught in her throat. His kiss, when it came, was so soft and tender, just a brush of his lips against hers, that it almost felt like a fresh start, a new beginning to their story. And when that kiss deepened, and Draco Apparated them to his bedroom where he slowly and reverently peeled Hermione out of her gown – when he slide inside of her, worshipping her with each slow roll of his hips as she clung to him; when they came together, gasping into each others’ mouths – Hermione knew that he felt it too.