It was like the two Pantry Incidents all over again; rough and vicious, like Draco was trying to draw blood, to make her hurt and submit, and Hermione did so with a mewling moan. She would do anything if he would just keep kissing her like this; clumsy and greedy in his drunkenness, and she was overwhelmed, drowning in him. She clung to him, just as hungry and desperate as him as he ground his hips into her, his mouth warm and wet and wringing her out, making her blinded by a throbbing want.