"—know-it-all I’ve ever met," Malfoy finished. Hermione swelled with pride at that one, but she couldn’t express it because his lips landed on hers again, kissing her senseless, only stopping when they were both breathless. Hermione had no fight left in her to fight him on it, even though she knew she should. He pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. His hold did not soften. "You’re the one who’s supposed to have all the answers. I just... I—Granger, I’m not supposed to even like you. But here I am. Along for the ride. For... for any bit of you that you’re willing to spare."