"N-n-o-oh fuck it." And then he's kissing her again, hard and greedy, demanding, taking, and Hermione melts into him, savouring all of it. The way his hand has fisted in her hair to hold her to him, the rough scrape of his stubble, the soft fullness of his lips, the practiced, teasing touches of his tongue to hers... She's slick-wet and aching desperately between her legs with want, and she moans as Malfoy moves his damp, kiss-swollen mouth to her throat, licking and nipping at the sensitive flesh there. She shudders as his teeth close over her ear lobe, tongue playing, and her fingers twist and tighten involuntarily on his injured hand. Malfoy makes an awful, wounded sound and pulls back from her.