The breath that Hermione didn’t realize she was holding was exhaled shakily as Draco’s kisses began on her collarbone, softly brushing their way around her neck, finding her earlobe and moving back along her chest. The hand beside her moved to grip her hip, nearly stopping her heart, which was beating wildly as he snaked his hand up slowly, groping her breast with a squeeze before the hand rested along her jawline. His kisses moved to her lips, soft, wet and wanton. Draco ran his thumb along the bones in her trachea as he pulled her bottom lip out with his teeth. The licentious sound and the way she squirmed under him was clearly the reaction he’d hoped to elicit, given the mischievous grin on his face.