Malfoy's mouth was warm and soft on hers, his arm curling lean and wiry around her waist as he pressed her back up to meet the cold stone wall so they didn't lose their balance and fall down in a tangle. Hermione's back arched out, her breasts nearly bubbling out of the low-cut neckline, his thumb gently tracing the curve of one swell before he bent his head to her again, their tongues just barely brushing, making want shoot through her like lightning, and her body beg for the touch of his long, skillful fingers beneath her knickers. But instead he clutched her hip firmly with one hand, fingers indenting her flesh, and buried the other in her hair. Her whimpers were muffled by his lips, her hands curling over his shoulders and crumpling his suit as she grabbed onto him tightly, her knees feeling weak and watery.