His breathing hardened, burning her collarbones. She slid her hand behind him, tightly clenching his shirt. For a second, a sense of calmness washed over her, restraining the vivid pulsation of her temples and pounding with nervousness heart. Draco's fingertips trailed short patterns over her spine, caressing fragile flesh. His smell percolated here nostrils, dizzying Hermione's mind with the fullness of intoxication. Even if Draco would quit smoking, his skin would always reek of tobacco.