The tip of his nose slightly brushed hers, and she felt the light touch all the way in her core. The electricity was almost tangible, crackling all around them. In that moment, the world around them stopped existing. All Hermione could focus on was Draco, his breath brushing her parted lips, the rise and fall of his chest in sync with hers. Hermione let go, completely lost in the moment, just like all those years ago. She tipped her face toward Draco and he took full advantage, crashing his lips to hers.