As they continued to watch one another, Hermione noted how utterly real the moment felt– as if Malfoy had entirely revealed himself to her, no more occlumency walls. As she waited for a reply, Malfoy brushed his thumb along her lower lip. Hermione shivered, gooseflesh encased her arms and she fought to keep her eyes open. She watched, enraptured, as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.