Draco's lips were so soft on hers and his eyes were fluttered shut, lashes long and startlingly dark against his pale skin. Hermione's hand went to his cheek, the nails of the other gently digging into his back, scratching the skin lightly. She cupped Draco's face as he kissed her, head bent to hers, lips and teeth tugging on her lower lip, tongue teasing hers and sending jolts of lust through her that made her whole body throb. His face felt unfamiliar under her fingertips, stubbled as it was with the makings of two weeks without shaving, prickly and alien. But still Draco. Her Draco. She didn't know what had made him come up here and kiss her, but the thrill that he had bubbled in her chest. He wanted to be with her. He wanted her. She sucked on the tip of his tongue and then swept hers over his lower lip, and his hand tightened on her bum.