Draco and Hermione share a fleeting forgotten moment a few months before the Great War. He wants her writhing against the floor in pain and anguish but instead, he finds in her the only pure emotion.

For Hermione, she finds it disturbing when Draco isn't bothering her as he must be plotting something. Draco, for the life of him, doesn't understand why she keeps making him faint. Must be all that misplaced chemistry! Chaos ensues!

For the first time she was seeing him without his facade; he was begging her to forget everything and just kiss him. "Or we can enjoy our time in here, Mudblood." It was as if Hermione lost all thought and inhibition as his lips collapsed against her own.