Kissing Fleur felt like how it was supposed to be in stories. Fireworks went off in Hermione's brain and her hands moved of their own volition - moving to thread themselves at the nape of Fleur's neck as they broke away for a fraction of a second before moving to kiss again. Fleur's Thrall sparked into existence and her silver bird fluttered over to Hermione's shoulder, nuzzling into her neck.