Hermione didn't seem to be in any hurry to be let go of- or let down for that matter. She grinned at him, and one hand slid shyly over the hair at the back of his neck. "Your English is getting so much better, Viktor," she said, still a little breathless.
My, he'd gotten broad, and more muscled! Or maybe she just noticed more because there was more of her own curves pressed against him this time. "I missed you too, Viktor." She paused for a second, as if thinking something over, and then seemed to come to a decision of sorts, her cheeks turning a bright pink as she leaned in and pressed a shy, quick kiss against his lips. "More then I realized, I think," she whispered.