It was as if she were hypnotized by his eyes, and he by hers. The shouts in the background were nothing that either could pay any attention to this close to one another. He could smell the light scent of the soap she’d used last mixed with the earthy smell from the dirt coating her skin. The lavender broke through, just as his face was centimeters from hers. Her shocked murmur of "spearmint’ before her lips met his. Draco stilled for only a moment in the surreal awareness that he was truly kissing Hermione Granger, before he lifted his hands to cup her face and pull her closer. His thumb stroked her jaw and he reveled in the feel of her. The tip of her wand pressing painfully into his sternum normally would have made him nervous, but Draco was so lost in her that he couldn’t feel anything but her.