She had kissed him, so frantic and urgent and he had wondered for just a second if she had gone mad, if she was too upset to be in her right mind, but then there were her lips pressing against his warm and pleading and he hadn’t cared. He had thrown caution to the bloody winds and done exactly what a tiny part of him that he had tried to ignore had wanted to do for days now; kissed Hermione fucking Granger.