"Exactly," Draco whispered vehemently, putting his other hand behind her head and pulling her up to him in a searing kiss. As he drank her in, she pressed her legs together to appease the ache. He walked backwards until he sat on the bed, Hermione between his thighs, without ever releasing her lips. Hermione pulled away from him, and Draco’s hands let her go reluctantly, hanging limp at his sides.