The darkness surrounded them, but Hermione wasn’t afraid of what might be lurking in the forest around them. She knew they were alone. Draco’s hand was on her thigh, keeping it curled around his hip as he ground against her. The rough tree bark was biting into the skin on her back but she didn’t care. Their lips were moulded together, Draco’s bittersweet flavor invading her mouth and making her lightheaded. Hermione bucked her hips forward, trying to get some friction against Draco’s firm body.