"Maybe..." she allowed faintly as Draco nibbled at her ear lobe, hot breath whispering maddeningly on her skin, and teeth and tongue sending little sparks of electricity right through her. Oh, but she did like it. And if he growled like that again, Hermione was going to melt into a puddle of goo herself. And of course, Draco did it again and this time she moaned shamelessly, and shifted away from him, rolling onto her back and letting her thighs fall apart. She could see him clearly in the glow of the half-moon; hair shining pale and bright in a silvery beam of it, eyes glinting like a mirror of the moonlight, that kissable mouth shaped into a smug smirk.