Hermione doesn't try to kiss Malfoy again, although she daydreams about it, once her injuries have healed and the sense of violation has eased in its visceral intensity. She fantasises about doing things with him that make her insides twist up deliciously instead of with fear, but the right moment never seems to come. And she can never seem to quite get up the courage anyway. She worries he was right that it would be taking advantage, even though it feels like a free choice, and she wonders if she should care if he is right. So Hermione doesn't kiss him, even if she wants to. And she does. Want to. She wants to a lot.