Draco’s lips crashed into Hermione's, nearly knocking her off balance as he wrapped his arm around her waist, the other cradling her neck, lifting her jaw up to meet his. He murmured something into their kiss, imperceptible words that were lost in the fervor. She could have kissed him all day, with the feeling of his warm, soft lips against hers, the hands that trailed up her back and around her waist, tugging at her clothing and daring her to give herself fully to him, right where they stood. 