Gathering a bit of her own courage, Hermione moves her face into his neck and presses a kiss there. Lighter, than more firm as his fingers grip her more tightly. He likes it, she thinks. She’s figuring out what he likes and a little proud of herself for it. She adjusts her angle to his ear instead and captures his earlobe between her lips. Malfoy grips her harder and she gives a little pull on it, just enough to provide a slight pressure.