He was hard. It had been so long since he had done anything sexual with anyone he’d cared about...fuck, so long that it might never have happened, and Draco was starving for Hermione. His hand roamed up into her hair and his fingers twined through it, soft silky tangles. Hermione’s teeth nipped and dragged at his bottom lip and Draco heard himself groan, low and greedy. She tasted like tea and smelt like flowers, and her tongue twirled around his, sending arousal right through him in little jolting thrills. Her hand twisted in his hair and the other arm wrapped around his neck tightly as she leaned into him, whimpering low and breathless as his tongue brushed over her teeth.