"Fuck you," he snarled, and pulled her hand away from her mouth, kissed her again. But he let go of her hair, smoothing his hand almost tenderly over the fluffy, wild locks, and Hermione shivered as heat flared in her belly and her womb clenched with arousal, the small gesture in the midst of his anger making her pathetically grateful. Draco placed wet, sucking kisses on the corner of her mouth, her jaw, nuzzling her ear and tracing the shell of it with the tip of his tongue, and Hermione shivered, delicious tingles running down her spine.