Malfoy let out something between a groan and a gasp and pressed his mouth to hers and Hermione thought it was going to be a rough kiss. She thought she was going to kiss him roughly but it was none of that. Malfoy brushed his lips against hers, nibbled and sucked at her bottom lip, He coaxed her mouth open and she met him there. And her magic kept on returning to her, and in her mind she saw it like a golden pool, replenishing, feathers floating on the surface.