Inside the privacy of his flat, Draco didn't hold back. In much the same manner as he'd done when she was there previously, he pressed her up against his closed door to put everything he had in his kiss. Every cell in Hermione's body seemed to be shouting at her to let him rip off her clothes and do whatever he wished right then and there. How many times had she allowed her instincts to act instead of her brain? It was ridiculous. Remembering why she was there, Hermione pushed against his chest until he broke the kiss. Evidently disappointed, he moved a half-step back to stare into her face.