Draco was saccharine, melting on her tongue. The longing, the burning, was still there between them, and she didn't expect it to dissipate any time soon for what true passion could ever only be sweet? She was not a fool; No, Hermione Granger had always been a clever girl. Sometimes too clever. She knew this watermelon sugar high was not likely to last, not likely to ever show its face again, but she reveled in it all the same.