They had kissed before, but this somehow felt like the first time. Hermione's whole body exploded with warmth as his lips moved against hers, mind blank. It wasn't sexual, it was primal, and as their bodies pressed together, she felt the most at peace she had in a decade. His tongue swept in, and her knees buckled. His hands - Circe, how she loved his hands - dug into her back as he held onto her like a lifeline. She pulled tighter against him, and he deepened the kiss, groaning into her mouth.