Hermione gasped as her back hit the cold wall behind her, a pair of strong hands on her shoulders keeping her firmly in place. Despite not being able to see in the dark hallway, she immediately recognized the body that stepped closer into her, radiating warmth that completely contrasted the feel of the wall behind her. He gave her only a moment, listening as she let out a deep breath and her body relaxed under his touch, before his lips found hers. There was no hesitance on her part as the wand she had been holding slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the ground beside her. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she pulled at his body until he took another step closer to her, practically pinning her against the wall.
The kiss parted for only a second; giving them enough time to catch their breaths before her mouth eagerly sought his out. She didn't want to stop. The time they found together was little, and she intended on making the most out of it. One of his hands slid down to her waist, wrapping an arm around her back to pull her body flat against his as the other snaked back through her hair, holding the back of her head in place. Now that he finally had her, he didn't want to let her go. He longed for this, the moments where he could claim her as his own were few and far between. He needed this, to touch her, to feel her pressed against him, to know that she was truly his.
As their lips broke apart, she took in a deep breath as her chest expanded against his. With his palm flat against her lower back, he held her close as his head turned away, his lips brushing carefully along the curve of her jaw as he used his other hand to maneuver her head in a way that would gain him more access to the skin he so desired. He could feel her hands slide over his shoulders before dragging down his chest and hooking under his arms, gripping at the material of the back of his shirt.
"I've missed you," she whispered as she pulled herself closer into his chest, his own fingers digging into her lower back as a silent reciprocation of her statement. He had missed her, more than she would ever realize.
When his mouth pressed just below her earlobe, Hermione's head tilted back against the wall, her eyes shut as a soft moan escaped her lips. He had quickly learned the ways to get to her in their little midnight rendezvous. Their together had never been substantial enough to fully act on their desires, just build the up to extremes that Hermione sometimes found to be intolerable. When she was with him, nothing else mattered. No one else was there. All she could focus on was the feel of his warm body against hers.
A soft whimper escaped her lips and her eyes shot open when he drew back from her, a warm hand quickly covering her mouth to stifle the sounds. Hermione was confused, gazing up at the figure whom she could barely even make out in the dark. It wasn't until she heard the loudening sounds of footsteps that she realized just what had happened. His body leaned back into hers, his mouth lingering so close to her ear that the feel of his breath against her skin was giving her goosebumps. As she closed her eyes, she nodded slightly against the hand that still covered her mouth.
"This is no position for the head girl to be caught in," he whispered in her ear so quietly that she barely even heard it.
He was right. This wouldn't look good. She had worked too long and too hard to throw it away. How quickly she forgot about the world and threw consequences out the window when he was around. When he touched her, nothing seemed to matter. He made her reckless. Forgetful. He pulled her out of reality, if only for the few moments that they had together. He slowly drew his head back, and despite the darkness, she could feel his gaze on her.
The footsteps walked quickly past them, the door at the end of the hall opening to allow light in. Enough light that, despite being hidden in a dark corridor, Hermione Granger could easily make out the strands of blonde hair that fell into Draco Malfoy's haunting grey eyes.