Dimly, through the kiss, Draco could hear the flashbulbs of the cameras popping, the clicks of photos being taken. A few saucy whistles. He repressed his grin and let his hand travel down, squeezed her arse. Hermione let out a startled gasp, breaking the kiss. She swatted his hand away and straightened, a spark in her eye as she looked at him—flushed and her lips still glistening from the kiss.