"Sorry," Hermione mumbled, and took a step forward, her palm smoothing down the edge of his jaw, pushing herself up on tiptoes and kissing his parted lips softly. Draco turned his head away; his stubble scratching her lips and her stomach flipped again, her heart sank. Not now, not standing naked in his room pressed against him and wanting him like nothing else in the world existed. He couldn't push her away now. She stumbled back, tears in her eyes, and Draco grabbed her, steadied her.