The swipe of Hermione’s tongue across his own elicited a deep groan from Draco. His blood boiled in the best way as he lost himself in her. He was surrounded by her– the smell of the peony blossoms mixed with a scent uniquely her own. The sting of her teeth biting into his lower lip sent a tremor down his spine and Draco abruptly pulled back, remembering where they were. 