His mouth was cool and hungry, his teeth nipping and tongue delving and sweeping, sending delicious shivers down into her core, hot and electric. They swayed on the spot, clinging together, Hermione melting and trembling and coming to pieces in Draco’s arms just from a kiss. Maybe it was the heavenly release of all the fear and worry and tension. The fiercely joyous relief and hope that bubbled and fizzed through her as she jerked Draco’s shirt open unceremoniously, mouth still locked to his, buttons popping off all over the floor. It was fun doing it that way, and she grinned, sucking on his tongue and revelling in his obvious pleasure; the bulge in his jeans pressing against her, hard and prominent.