That was all it took for the moment to change. Draco’s irises became molten silver halos around lust-dilated pupils, and his hand slid from her arse to the curve of her waist beneath her shirt. Hand sliding up, up to cup one breast. Hermione’s breath hitched at his warm touch, his hand firm and slightly rough on her naked skin. She bent her head and kissed him, a humming sigh in her chest like a contented cat’s purr.