"Oh god... Kiss me, now. Please...?" Hermione sounded both impatient and pleading and Draco gently kissed the corner of her mouth. Her chin. The end of her nose. The little crinkle line that appeared between her eyes as she frowned at him in frustration. But if Draco couldn’t fuck her, then he was going to taste every bit of her that he could. He would make it slow and sweet and delicious. Draco kissed her mouth, full and lingering, and then looked down at Hermione again.