 Hermione looked into Draco’s face. They were both grinning from ear to ear, adrenaline running through their veins. She threw her arms around his neck, wrapped her legs around his waist, and leaned her forehead on his, momentarily getting lost in the absurdity of the evening. Their breathing evened as they stared into each other’s eyes. Draco put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up slowly, and then brought his lips to hers in a soft kiss. When their lips parted, Hermione’s gaze fell to the Dark Mark on his forearm, and Draco’s gaze followed.