This time, she didn’t fight against it. Though she tried not to return the kiss, her body betrayed her by leaning into him, her lips molding to his against her will. One of his hands found its way to her hair, his fingers toying with her curls, while the other settled on her waist. For a few brief moments, Hermione felt as though she was back in fifth year, kissing Tom in the library, oblivious and carefree to the rest of the world.