Well, tea wasn't exciting or important right now, and that wasn't something Hermione ever said lightly, but she wanted to be kissing Ernie more than she wanted anything right now. With another soft noise she pressed herself closer, parting her lips slightly so that they could deepen the kiss. Ernie was a good kisser. Not that Hermione had a wide scope of comparison, but no one had ever given her these kinds of butterflies. No one had made fireworks explode inside her just from a kiss. Their hands were still gripping each other, and Hermione didn't want to stop for anything.