He was gentle and slow, exploring her lips delicately. Hermione, still burning inside, returned the kiss with a hunger that spurred him to match hers. She clutched at his shoulders and brought him closer, closer, until they were mashed together. There was nothing cruel in his kiss. Hermione opened her mouth, let her tongue taste him, and he moved with her, marking her with his saliva. He felt so good against her. She didn’t want him to leave. The kiss muddled her thoughts in a pleasing way, and if it hadn’t been for the unexpected caller in the other room she would have been content to stay there in the library with Martin for much longer.