"Right, I’d say I was pushed, too, if I just wanted an excuse to feel Draco Malfoy’s chest."  He smirked and Hermione felt her cheeks burn when she looked down to her hands, resting on his shirt fabric.  She quickly moved to bring her hands back down to her body, but he was quicker and grabbed her wrists before they moved. "They’re supposed to go here, actually." And he wrapped her arms around his own neck. 