 They’d spent hours in that room and Hermione’s lips were swollen from all the kissing, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. Draco was addictive and everything about him pulled her in - his intense stare, his piercing grey eyes that sometimes changed to liquid silver when they were together, his pale blonde hair that stood out in every crowd, his long lean body that towered over her when they stood close to each other, even his throaty voice was irresistible to her. The thrill of the forbidden - or rather inappropriate - fruit helped too. But most of all, it was the way he looked at her, as if he needed her, and the way he made her feel when they were alone, that drove Hermione to Draco Malfoy of all people.