Hermione was so glad that he had no idea what went on through her head. That would have been entirely too nerve wracking, and so embarrassing.
"That's good.." she trailed off, inhaling his scent, and noticing how wonderful he really did smell. After all of these years, one would think that she'd be used to it, but she most definitely wasn't. He still took her by surprise, and she could breathe him in the rest of her life if it were possible.
Hermione's lips found his, and molded up against them. Hands found their way to his now clothed chest, where just moments before it would have just been skin. She pressed her palms against his muscles, and her fingers coiled in the material of his shirt to pull him closer.