"Okay. I – let's go," she murmurs in a rush, voice choked, turning on her heel to face Malfoy before he can move, and then she is face to chest with him, her hand reaching up to grab at his shoulder as she unbalances on the jut of a tree root. The air quivers with their sharp intakes of breath as their bodies bump together, Malfoy's hand sliding to Hermione's upper back, steadying her as she lifts her eyes to his. She licks suddenly dry lips, staring up at him – hair shining faintly in the starlight, eyes dark and needy and full lips parting in anticipation – and then he hisses under his breath and turns away fast enough to nearly topple her.