Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him to her and relishing in the taste of spice and whiskey on his tongue. His arms dropped to lift her on top of the cabinet and his hips shifted between her knees. Instinctively, her hips angled forward, eager to rub against his. She gasped against his mouth as he tugged harshly at her hair. He was never gentle with her, but she loved it. Reveled in it.