Hermione expected his kiss to be hard and demanding, but instead it was gentle, almost careful, as if afraid she would evaporate like fairy-gold should he kiss her too roughly. For a moment she almost hesitated, as if trying to remember all the concerns she had spent so much energy putting together, but they seemed to have drifted beyond her reach, impossible to recall. Instead she seemed to be being carried far away from the rest stop, somewhere near the edges of the galaxy. She was aware of nothing except Draco's arms and the weight of his lips upon hers. Suddenly he drew back to look at her and she was abruptly brought back to reality, her face flushed by a heated wave of emotion that seemed to have flooded her. He was watching her with a strange look in his eyes, and when he spoke his voice was strangely deep.
"I wish I had kissed you at the beach-I wish I'd done it the moment I met you. I can't believe I was foolish enough to not kiss you for a whole day." Hermione felt herself melt under his gaze and gently swept his hair back over his forehead. The kiss seemed to have broken down the apprehensive layer of separation between them, the level of constant consciousness of their separation now gone with them together. Suddenly, Hermione leaned towards him once again, a smile curling her pretty mouth.
"Just don't let it happen again." With that, her lips were on his again and the outside world smudged into a distant memory.