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THAT scene from Measure of A Man by @inadaze22

“It was human nature to seek connection, knowledge, and meaning through an avenue as primal as touch, and in that moment, it was okay to stop denying that she was hungry for it.

Starving to be seen.

Ravenous for a belonging that was all hers.

Proof that she wasn’t alone.

To feel something. Anything.

Her feelings were natural as she—after a few mishaps with noses and angles—began working Malfoy’s mouth open with hers, feeling each new sensation as they rolled in, one right after another like the tide. An electric tingle ran through her veins when she moved a hand to Malfoy’s chest, right over his heart, and felt the way it thumped against her palm.

His pulse pounded, just like hers.

It was sheer insanity. The potions. The silence. The atmosphere. The charge from their conversation. The setting sun and its energy.

It was the faint smell of ash from the bonfire in the air around them.

Or perhaps it was a combination of nothing and everything that created the need for her to squirm and struggle against the rising emotions in her chest.

The hard clench of her belly. The want.

The beat of her heart, the pulse in her veins, the breath in her lungs.

It all reminded her, chanting over and over and over again, that this was Malfoy kissing her. Malfoy touching her. Malfoy with whom she had fallen into a rhythm of lips and hands, a delicious push and pull, a sharp rise and a steep fall. Malfoy that had her heart lodged in her throat, had her hands shaking from the stress and strain of angling her head just so.

But it was also Malfoy that blindly walked them backwards, still holding on, kissing her thoroughly, not breaking the tenuous new connection. Not even when his legs hit the back of the stone bench Hermione had all but forgotten about. He sat and pulled her between his open legs, angling his head up, tilting hers down…

And yes.

Yes.

This could be it.

Aside from talking and arguing, breathing and sighing, kissing each other may have been what their mouths were made for.

But that wasn’t right… because this meant nothing. It couldn’t.

"Am I too heavy?” Hermione whispered when he shifted her on his lap for the third time.

Calculating eyes were focused on her in that intense way that made her unsteady, like she might sway on her feet if not for him beneath her. Malfoy never answered; he swallowed her question with a kiss so shockingly uncertain it hurt. But it was easy to use that hesitancy to assert herself, to guide him into kissing her exactly the way she wanted, showing him what she liked, letting him unlock her—just this once.“ - chapter 16

I mean.. this scene alone deserves more art 😅😅😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

Also… you HAVE TO start reading moam ..

My god this is gorgeous😭😭😭