"I'm sorry," he said, voice low, avoiding her eyes. "I'm sorry." Hermione waited for Draco to turn away from her, let her go, but instead he kissed her. Hard and frantic, his fingers digging into her upper arm, and she pressed eagerly into him, a clashing, heated confusion of lips and teeth and tongue, and her knees wobbled and the flesh between her legs throbbed insistently. "I'm sorry," Draco said again as he pulled away and spun Hermione around roughly, fingers imprinting into her arm as he shoved her down onto his bed on her stomach.