Besides, she doubted whether he would even want to do those ones with her. Undoubtedly, it would be awkward. They definitely weren’t friends, but perhaps their ice cold hatred for one another had recently melted, at least in part due to her actions and his words. They were just starting to tolerate each other. As she put on her Gryffindor uniform, Hermione paused to consider her own wants. She did have  those dreams of Malfoy and whenever he did get close, like when his thumb pressed on her lips or his fingers traced her neck, she did seem to feel a certain way. But he had probably just been trying to make a point, not seduce her. She had to admit it; the feelings from his touch were far from unpleasant. If they absolutely had to, if there was just no other option–she wasn’t opposed to it.