She lay panting with his weight on her, both of them spent and when she kissed him something clicked inside her that made lights pop behind her eyes in a hazy, blissful sort of way. His lips were soft, yielding and had none of the harshness they normally did. Hermione nearly swooned right there until she realized that this was Draco Malfoy and she could never feel like that about him.
Hermione's mind was whirrling now that she was thinking once again, thank the heavens she was in Hogsmeade and could procure a potion that should just end anything that might have just accidentally have happened between them.
She smiled an odd little smile at him and pictured a tiny blonde curly headed witch that was as cleaver as she was and as wicked as Draco. What could never be.
Hermione turned her head away from him after a moment, closing her eyes. "Is it wrong I want a nap after that?" she said in a sleepy voice. She really did, she had orgasmed more in the last hour than she cared to admit.