The next moment Hermione found them standing in his bedroom. The only source of light was the moon and lights from the garden. She swallowed nervously at the realization of what was about to happen, feeling her throat go dry. He cupped her face before kissing her on the lips. Hermione tried to find salvation in something so common and comforting but couldn’t get rid of nervousness. Her fingers went down to the buttons on his shirt, shaking. Hermione had done this already but this time it felt too real. This time she was sure that it would lead to something. Hermione struggled with Draco’s shirt longer than expected.