"I think you did too," he said, enunciating very carefully so he didn't slur and let go of Hermione's waist, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and their eyes connected. Then suddenly her hands were at his shoulder and behind his head, drawing his mouth insistently down to hers, up on her tiptoes against him, fingers twisting in his hair. For a moment it was wrong and off-kilter; after what they had been talking about, with what Draco couldn't stop thinking about – it just didn't seem right to want each other like that. But Draco let Hermione kiss him anyway and it was soft and slow, her tongue probing lazy and thorough and a thrill shocked through him, a rush of hot want, and his hand gripped her jaw and cheek hard to pin her mouth there as he dipped his tongue into her mouth and slid it over hers, and she bowed out into him with a moan...