Hermione was looking up at him, not knowing whether to kick him and run, kiss him, or just wait for him to make up his mind, but she didn’t have to wait long to decide. In a second, Draco bent down and his lips found hers, kissing her hungrily. Her instinct told her to push him away and run for it, but her body wasn’t able to see reason. Her lips parted and he seized the opportunity and found her tongue with his. She melted into him, her hands suddenly on his chest, clutching at his robes to pull him closer. His hand slid down her arm to her lower back and pulled her close.