Hermione saw sparks again, as Malfoy’s tongue swept along her bottom lip, seeking entry. He tasted of spearmint and Firewhisky, and Hermione moaned into his mouth, spurring him on. Her hand tightened its grip in his hair and she tugged lightly, eliciting a moan from Malfoy. He moved his hand from her jaw to low on her back, his fingertips brushing the curve of her arse. Malfoy walked her backwards until she met the wall with a soft thud. 