Malfoy stole one kiss after another, and Hermione willingly let him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, fluttering almost painfully against her ribs and she briefly wondered whether or not this went against Madam Pomfrey’s orders or if making out with someone who was most definitely not one’s boyfriend and qualified more as some kind of enemy, was not advisable when one had barely survived a lethal curse and was still suffering from aftereffects.