Hermione groaned in anticipation of what came next. Her body crushed against his, noses touching. Then he leaned in. Her lips and Draco’s, touching and wanting more.
He swept Hermione up and twirled me around, before kissing her tenderly. “I love you, Hermione Granger,” he murmured.
“I love you more, Draco Malfoy,” Hermione challenged.
“Ah, but I love you most,” Draco told her.
“OK,” she whispered contentedly. Then he twirled her around more, and started kissing her again, on her lips, her eyelids, cheeks, neck, collar bone.
She sighed again.
Draco put her down gently, not releasing her mouth. His tongue was still in her mouth.
And they didn’t move for what felt like the most blissful hours of their lives.
Really, it was only about half an hour, before they could hear the doorbell downstairs.
“We’d better go get that,” Hermione suggested, whispering into Draco’s mouth.
“Nah,” Draco breathed, kissing Hermione passionately again, before she pulled back, laughing.
“Draco,” she laughed. “You stay here, I’ll be back in a minute,” she decided, and trudged down to get the door.
When she saw who was outside, she turned around and hoped they hadn’t seen her.
“Who was it?” Draco asked when she got back.
“I’m not sure, they must have gotten bored and left,” she lied, feeling guilty, but not ready to tell even her boyfriend the truth.