His arms snaked around her waist, his lips pressed to the nape of her neck. She smelt like vanilla tea and roses. Wonderful.
Draco bit down on Hermione's earlobe, making her squeal and try to wiggle away. Her ears were surprisingly sensitive, he loved it.
"Draco. We should stop. We're going to get caugh-" He pressed his lips against hers softly, in a chaste kiss.
"Your probably right, love. Probably..." She sighed but she wasn't angry. On the contrary, she wrapped her arms tighter around his shoulders and pulled him closer. Trailing her lips up the side of his neck, she nibbled lightly on the soft skin just under his ear.
"Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy! What, pray tell, do you think your doing?" Draco felt Hermione freeze against him and he sighed, pulling away from her to stare at Professor Snape.
"Obviously," he drawled, smirking at the black haired Professor. "I'm making out with this wonderful looking girl of min-"
"Draco!" Hermione gasped, slapping him on the arm.
Snape sighed and looked at them. In all rights, he should deduct points from both houses for such behaviour. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Forbidden their love may be, but he didn't want to ruin it for them. He remembered the pain from losing Lily. From everyone telling him it was wrong. That she was nothing more then a dirty mudblood. He didn't want Draco to push Hermione away. He didn't want him to be as prejudice as every other Slytherin.
"There's an abandoned classroom around the corner, to your left, behind a painting of Sir Edmund. Use it if you so wish. And Draco?" He asked, as the blond haired boy gaped at his godfather in surprise. He wasn't angry? Or disappointed about his choice?
"Yes?"
"Keep her close. And don't let her go."
Draco tightened his arm around Hermione's waist and then nodded at Snape.
"I plan on it."