"I'm going to bed," he said roughly, and Hermione glanced up at him, startled by his tone – nothing hidden in her face, just her laid bare, and even though he was angry and suddenly itching with it beneath his skin, scratching to get out, he leaned down and kissed her mouth his fingers dragging over her soft cheek. She made a surprised, wanting sort of whimper and Draco's body tensed with a sudden consuming desire – for Teddy not to be there, to grab her, spin her around and rip her pyjama trousers down, and bury himself in her.