That was typical Hermione Granger. Immediately after concluding what had quite possibly been the fucking hottest snog in Draco’s life – completely overshadowing all the moments he’d spent with Pansy wrapped around him – she had started analysing what had happened. Started trying to plan what should happen next. Like attraction was a project to be researched, or an Arithmancy problem to be worked out. Draco had never met anyone as frustrating and infuriating as Hermione. Except perhaps Weasley. And Longbottom. Yes, definitely Longbottom. But that was beside the point.