Draco’s hand suddenly cradled the back of her head. As their bodies rocked into one another, his hand grasped the curls of her hair before bringing the blade up to her neck. Hermione had not even been anticipating it; she was so lost in the sensation of him, of knowing that tightly wound band within her was about to snap. All of a sudden, she felt the sharp sting of the dagger as it pierced her skin. It was too much; at the same time, she let go and she was coming as Draco recited the ending to the ritual.