She immediately opened up to him and allowed his tongue to sweep inside. He was demanding and insistent in her mouth and she could barely keep up with him as moans spilled from her. This was nothing like her other kisses, they’d started off slow and tentative and this was...wild. She felt like a firework about to go off. She was ravenous for him and stood up on her tiptoes, pressed her whole body against him, pushing her softness into his hardness, hands winding up to his neck, pulling and demanding more. He gave her everything, kissed her so thoroughly that she was starting to forget her own name, dream Malfoy could go to hell. It was nothing compared to this.