Hermione didn’t bother answering; she was done with talking. She reached up and twisted her hands behind Draco’s neck, stretched onto her toes, and pulled him down for a kiss. He barely moved, but she pushed her body flush to his, feeling moisture from his skin sink through her pyjamas. His hands slid slowly from her shoulders to her back, and Hermione released her hold on his neck to slide one hand into his damp hair and the other to the side of his face. She canted her hips forward, and then Draco seemed to break. 