She buried a hand in Draco’s white-blond hair and tried to twine her fingers in it, clutched at his shoulder with the other, pushing up on tiptoes and capturing his mouth. He was so hot, and his arm was hard around her, and he was making small angry, wanting sounds as she tried to wrap herself around him, sucking on his tongue and rolling her hips out against him. He was so angry, so rough, and Hermione felt helpless in the face of his emotions.