Hermione felt his hand on her arm and smirked right back at him as he pulled her into the dark shadows of the little nook. She felt his hands on her neck but there was no grip, he was pretty fond of holding her like that and she had decided it was almost affectionate in their twisted relationship.
She let her arm snake up around his neck and she stood on tip toe, so short to his much taller stance and kissed him squarely on the mouth, whispering into his lips, "I followed you just as much as you were waiting for me."