She rolled her eyes at him and shook her head, "you just want to argue with me," she accused lightly. She wondered if he could feel it, the strange tangle of feelings she was experiancing, the awkwardness of how bad she wanted him to be gentle with her, but the fear of what that might mean.
Her heart thudded in her chest, he admitted he liked being alone with her too, but after tonight Hermione felt like she couldn't allow herself to ever be with him again...
She felt his strong hands on her hips and her breath caught in her throat. Standing on tip toe, she kissed him and closed her eyes, afraid to open them.