His reaction was instant, his hand moved from her chin to the side of her face. Malfoy’s lips moved with such passion, like he was a starved man put in front of a hot meal. Hermione got the funny feeling that she was no longer the lion between them, but the prey. His other hand moved to the back of her head, and pulled her curly hair out of the low bun she had put up this morning. His fingers felt amazing as they ran through her hair, she couldn’t help but give a small moan. He took this opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. The way his lips moved against hers felt like old lovers meeting for a dance, like coming home.Malfoy broke away from her with a groan, and she looked up at him in confusion. His pupils were blown almost completely black, and the look on his face was enough for her whole body to shiver. He moved around the desk, and lifted her around to be seated on it. Grabbing her hand, he moved it to the bulge in his pants.