Hermione was still partially under the sheet, the room was empty apart from the two of them lying there together tangled in limbs and the mess of her hair after a night of saving Draco and restless sleep. A clock ticked quietly on the wall and his breathing quickened when her eyes widened at his mouth parting in want. He lifted a hand to her neck and pulled her face to his, their lips inches apart she felt the heat from his body against hers when he turned to his side. The kiss was soft and light, their movements perfectly in sync after many weeks of doing just this. She fit perfectly in his bandaged arms, their coarse fabric rubbed against her exposed skin soothingly. His fingers caused shivers to trace through her limbs, warming her entire body as he kissed her deeper still. She would never tire of this, of him. His lips were smooth and moved with purpose, searching for her and she wanted more but was worried about his injuries, however, it was hard to say no when Draco Malfoy was grinding up against you. A moan escaped her lips and got lost between their kiss when she felt his hard length against her thigh.