Hermione’s bag bumped against her side with the movement, reminding her of her original purpose. "Wait, wait," she panted, tearing her mouth away from his. "Put me down for a minute." Draco did so with obvious reluctance, and Hermione immediately stuck one arm up to the elbow into the purse. "Before we get distracted," she said, pulling the small bottle of  Felix Felicis  out of her bag and holding it out to Draco, "the last one."