She never got to finish her sentence. Draco swooped in and kissed the words out of her mouth. Months of anguish, sorrow and incompleteness poured into that one kiss. There was no hesitation from either side, no pulling back. Not yet, anyways. Sure, Hermione hadn’t really expected the kiss. But the moment his lips touched hers, she liberated all her fears and embraced him instead. As for Draco, he didn’t think of the consequences. He didn’t think of all the reasons that had made him walk away from her at Grimmauld’s Place. He didn’t think of Potter’s words or his mother’s either for that matter. He lived in the moment instead – the moment one brave girl crossed magical realms to find him and tell him she felt something for him. He didn’t question that something, neither did she. Rather they chose to let it remain unknown and follow their impulses onto the next moment.