His mouth tasted strongly of the fire whiskey they'd both been consuming. Likely hers was the same. As her husband dipped his tongue in her mouth to caress hers in a passionate, needy swirling dance, Hermione thought about the first kiss she shared with Draco. That, too, had tasted of fire whiskey. On his sofa, they'd pawed each other like two lust-filled teenagers desperate to feel everything they could as quickly as they could. It was much the same with Antonin.