"Fuck," Draco growled tightly, sinking his face into her throat, lips pressing into her skin, hand petting blindly at her cheek, clumsily tender, his thumb rubbing in erratic circles over her jaw. He was kissing her throat; wet kisses that made Hermione's spine shiver, rocking his hips into her hand and growling against her skin, mindless with firewhiskey and want. And she loved that she could do this to him, even as the sensible part of her brain told her that this wasn't a good idea.