Hermione had only a moment before his fingers were under her chin, tipping her head up. Without warning, his mouth crashed into her own, lips finding hers without hesitation. Their first kiss had been tentative, Malfoy had been almost hesitant– this one however was the opposite. He was relentless, biting, nipping– and when his tongue snaked out to meet her own, Hermione released a pained groan. It was so beautiful– so perfect that it hurt. She never wanted it to end, the inferno from their first kiss blazed twice as hard with their second. The scent of cedarwood and spearmint overwhelmed her senses.