Draco fell silent, still staring at her with those unflinching grey eyes. It was like he thought what he said was the truth, and that was that – subject closed. Hermione bit her tongue to stop the welling tears that were on the verge of spilling over. She stepped forward so that she stood snugged just between Draco’s knees. Put her hand on his cheek, and tipped his face up to hers. Lowered her mouth to his and kissed him. Soft and tender, and he tasted like salt, and his lips were cool and passive under hers. Her lips enclosed around his bottom one and she sucked on it gently, swiping her tongue over the plump flesh, waiting for him to react. Nothing. Draco just sat there. Tears sprang to Hermione’s eyes and she drew back.