Draco couldn't breathe. The air in his lungs had turned to fire. Hermione Granger wanted to kiss him, and he wanted to kiss her. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers gently, briefly. Her hand drifted up to his face, cupping his cheek, fingers brushing into the hair behind his ear. "Yes" he said as he pulled away slightly, God he was on fire. Hermione slid her hand around the back of his head and pulled his face gently back down to hers kissing him more fervently than he had kissed her. His hand found it's way to the back of her neck, fingers weaving their way into the beginning of her loose braid. 