"I don't want easy. I want you. Draco, you are ridiculous; you know that, stupid boy." And with those rather blunt words Hermione kissed him, soft and wet and earnest, her fingers sliding up the planes of his face into his hair, and holding his mouth to hers; as if he'd ever want to pull it away. It was a kiss meant to reassure, not arouse, their mouths moving together with the easiness of familiarity, and Draco smiled into their kiss at the thought, his arm slipping around Hermione as she reached out and touched the handle of the tarnished old teapot.