"Nec mors nos partem," "Nec mors nos partem..." She felt lightheaded, shuddering at the sensation running over her body and judging by Draco's closed eyes and his grip tightening on her body he felt the same thing. Hermione thought she imagined it but their joined hands seemed to start to glow, a small light inside their closed palms, only seeping through the small gaps. Everything around them started to shake with a power neither of them felt before.They felt a rush go through their bodies, their breathing hitching. It seemed that they didn't want to let go of each other, only gripping each other tightly. The burning fire got bigger, flames almost reaching the carpet. The, still empty painting, was shaking and they didn't pay attention to the falling books around them. The papers that were scattered on the long table were flying around in the air, getting caught on the chandelier above.Draco opened his eyes slowly, she did too, their eyes meeting and locking. He leaned in slowly, his lips parting slightly and then after a few amazing seconds he touched Hermione's lips with his.