Hermione could have sworn she felt him shudder, but before she could think further, she moved her lips to his and gently, but with a certainty she hadn’t known before, brushed her lips against his. An immediate shock was palpable, the fire she felt before was an inferno and she wanted, no, needed more. Then, to her surprise, Malfoy was returning her movements in kind. A sigh escaped her in absolute bliss at the feeling of his lips moving against her own. Without thinking, she wound her arms around his neck just as his moved to gently cup her face. On a gasp from the new skin-to-skin contact, Hermione swiped her tongue along the seam of his lips, and she felt Malfoy simultaneously melt and tense. It was as if he were at war with himself. 