Draco pulled back to look at her, his hands smoothing over her shoulders, up her neck to cradle her jaw. His eyes searched hers for a moment, his mouth pulling into a smile when she sniffed from her crying. He bent and pressed his lips to hers, soft, memorising the feel of her against him. When Hermione became more urgent and deepened the kiss, Draco complied. His tongue swept into her mouth for a brief moment before Hermione took control again. She pushed at his chest with her hands and Draco once again pulled back from her warmth. Her eyes were filled with heat and for a moment Draco thought she resembled a cat, ready to pounce on its prey. 