Hermione gave into her basest desires and gently placed a kiss on his cheek, her fingers gently tracing circles on his chest. His muscles jumped, but he remained still. She kissed his cheek again, unsure as to why she wanted so badly to soothe him, but it seemed like the only way to make up for...whatever this was. The truth was she had no answers for him, she hardly had any answers for herself. All she knew was she’d gotten tangled with Malfoy in ways she did not expect to, and she needed to get a hold of herself before this spiraled out of her control. Out of their control. 