Draco wrenched his mouth away from hers, and his mouth, wet and starving, kissed a sucking trail along her jaw, down her neck. Hermione’s head fell back and she whimpered, body aching for him, her want seeping from every pore, swimming in her head. And then Draco’s lips landed on the word Bellatrix had etched into Hermione’s chest, and a shock of wrong and no, not there dragged her out of that delicious, mindless daze, and Hermione came back to herself jarringly.