BACKSTORY TIME. Because it kind of seemed like I needed to put it in…
Shrieks, screams and growls emitted from everywhere around her. She searched, panicked, for her two best friends, who had both disappeared when part of the wall came crashing down. She screamed for them and started running, but no more than five seconds later, she bumped into a solid form – warm and breathing heavily. She looked up.
"Draco." She gasped, looking into his eyes – he stared at her, as if he had found the greatest treasure in the world, and hugged her tightly. Suddenly, a loud groan came from somewhere above their heads, and they both looked up to see the ceiling starting to give in.
"Here!" he yelled over the sounds of warcries, spells and screams and pulled her into a room – blood had been smeared on the door, which only hung by a few splinters of wood.
"Hermione, what on earth are you doing alone!? I thought Potter and Weasley would be there!" He screamed at her, and she burst into tears.
"They disappeared, I don't know, I can't find…" She cried harder now, gripping his torn shirt tightly, and he gripped her just as hard.
"You're so stupid, Hermione, so fucking stupid!" He started franticly to kiss her hair and everywhere else he could manage to reach skin; he finally reached her lips, and a burning passion, as hot as roaring fire, swept through their bodies.
It was like it was only them and the sounds of clothes being ripped apart in their frantic need for comfort.