"I hate you," he said softly and Merlin, Hermione thought they’d told each other they hated each other almost more than they’d ever said they loved each other. She felt sick and brittle, and when instead of pulling away like she thought he would, Draco kissed her again, she only felt worse. His hand ran over her breasts through her shirt, scraping over where her nipples peaked inside her bra and sending a twinge straight down to her pussy, making her slick flesh twitch and ache with the need to be touched. She moaned despite herself, and he kissed her mouth lightly, staring into her eyes, a humourless smile shaping his mouth.