Draco's hands explored Hermione's curves with an urgency born from months of longing. Their bodies moved together in perfect synchrony, a dance of desire that threatened to consume them both. The darkness seemed to amplify their connection, allowing them to fully succumb to the intoxicating magnetism that drew them in .Hermione’s back smashed against the wall as Draco reached for the hem of her skirt . He was out of breath , his gestures fiery and Hermione just moaned to the feel of his skin , like lighted on fire .