Kiss, Hermione used to think meant warmth, intimacy. She had kissed Victor, Ron. There was always a comfortable pattern. But kissing Draco meant a whirlpool of emotions, anything but a comfortable contentment. Draco kissed with the passion of all seven seas – burning, dazzling, breathtaking. And if there was one thing Hermione knew, she didn’t want to be gently swayed by stability again. She needed the winds to knock her breath out and scorch her soul. In that kiss, she discovered she loved adventure.