Hermione caught the tip of his thumb between her lips, flicking her tongue over the pad of it and then sucking it into her mouth. She watched as Draco’s eyes fluttered shut and he sighed, soft and shaky. And then he took his thumb out of her mouth and replaced it with his own mouth, hand cradling the base of her skull and tongue slipping hot and thrilling over hers, his kiss gentle but insistent. Hermione melted into him, her fingers digging into Draco’s hair, his splinted arm tight around the small of her back, holding her to him. It was good, melty...slow exquisite good. When they drew apart Draco leant his forehead against hers, his hand slipping down to cup the curvature of her neck. His fingers tickled her skin as he stroked them over the soft skin behind her ear.