Hermione was hot and clinging to him, her fingers pulling painfully at Draco’s hair and making his scalp sting. His nose throbbed, and his eyebrow and all around his left eye felt tender and swollen, and his jaw hurt like hell, and he didn’t care. Draco wanted her. His arms crushed her against him, fingers digging rough into her back, and her mouth was warm and wet and she moaned and whimpered into their kiss. His blood pounded in his ears and Hermione’s tongue was slick on his, their teeth clashing as she drove their mouths together, desperate and urgent and angry.