Not even a second later she was in front of him, shoving him as hard as she could, angry tears brimming in her eyes. “Does anything rattle you, Malfoy!” she cried. “If I told you I hate you right now, would that even matter to you?” FIN.

( Draco, Hermione ) God. Where was that release? He needed.wanted.desired it. There was the molding of bodies, the intense euphoria that escalated beyond imagination and the endless skies.