"You were mine the second you came on my tongue, Hermione." He growled into her ear again, pushing her flush against the wall. They were out of sight from passerbyers, and Hermione was on the precipice of liking it. The thrill of being caught, the thrill of seeing how far she’d let him take it. She’d never been touched the way he touched her, and she was dying to dive off the edge, to finish what they had started last night.