Before Hermione could register what he’d said, he was pressing her tighter against the wall and kissing her. His lips were firm. Insistent. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip before tugging lightly with his teeth. She did not respond. It was like all sane thoughts had been ripped from her mind. He gripped her tightly and the change brought her back to the present. She pressed her hands to his chest and shoved, hard. 