She couldn't stop her body from reacting to his words, she willed herself to forget about what he said but her suspicions were true, more than true. Draco Malfoy was the owner of Victrola who fetishized her for years. Hermione's relapsed moment of weakness by offering him a kiss had gotten her tied against the bedpost as his intoxicating scent, sinful words and lust-filled eyes drove her insane. Her nipples pebbled as she pushed her entire body against his, needing to feel him closer to her. She whimpered at the little movements she could muster, the feeling of need was overwhelming. But she wanted more, needed more.