Draco went stiff and unresponsive for a second, began to let her go, and then he growled low in his chest and gripped Hermione tighter, deepening the kiss. It went from a gentle, intimate reassurance to a fierce, passionate snog, his arms crushing around her, his fringe tickling her forehead. Boys, Hermione thought disparagingly even as she leant into the kiss, her mouth eager on Draco's because possessive display or not, his kissing was always heavenly.