Before he could stop himself he discovered that his hands were tangled in her hair and his lips firmly fastened on hers.
How did it come to this?
When he finally, painfully pulled away he saw her watching him, her eyes shining- glistening.
"Hermione…?" He watched her, but he couldn't gauge her reaction to his kiss. She was as closed-off as ever…save for the single tear that slid down her cheek.
"Granger," he said, more urgently this time, "I'm sorry — are you alright? Did I—" he cursed himself under his breath, "Did I hurt you?"
"No," she said, "but we cannot do this." She ran off, her scarf whipping off, a white, rapidly disappearing blur in the darkness. With shock he realized he was shivering — had it always been so cold?
He rubbed his hands and trudged back through the snow.