Make a move.

Wrapping an arm around her, Harry let Hermione rest her head on his shoulders as she slowly calmed down.

"Harry," she said, quietly, "that was one of the nicest things you've ever said to me."

He looked down to see her smiling at him - she wrapped her arms around Harry and hugged him close.

"It's true, though," he answered, brushing some stray hairs out of her face. Harry wasn't even sure when he started leaning towards her, but the next thing either of them were aware of was the truly electrifying kiss as their lips connected.

As they sat there, in the back of the candle lit library, holding each other during a tender kiss, each of them knew that they had never felt so happy before. Hermione didn't even protest as Harry slowly unclasped her robe...

A moment later, both of them were down to their underwear - their robes and Hermione's bra discarded onto the shadowy floor, Harry cuping her one of her firm breasts.

"Harry," she whispered as he began to pull at her panties, "we can't! We might get caught! I really, REALLY want to, but..."