Draco kissed with skill and intent and he sucked on her bottom lip and her clit throbbed and her pelvis rocked out against his thigh involuntarily, her nipples tingling. Her whole body felt alight. Hermione latched onto the tip of his tongue in mimicry of another, filthier act, and his fingers spasmed and dug into the soft skin between her shoulder blades in reaction, his handless arm a hard bar against the small of her back that pinned her against him. Draco moaned, low and quiet, and the desperate hunger in the sound made Hermione’s knees go weak and she leaned against him, his thin, hard body steadying her, his erection pressing into her lower belly through their clothes.