Lust and anger combined into a white hot brew of unimaginable complexity, drawing a deep growl from Draco as he rolled them so he was once again cradled at the apex of Granger’s thighs. This time there was no wand jabbed into his temple, just a hand gripping at his nape to force him into her mouth with bruising pressure. Draco and Granger tore into each other with unrepentant sinner’s fervour, a fight in the form of a kiss.