Malfoy's eyes drifted down to her neck. He touched his fingers to her skin, caressing it in deep thought. "If I'm going to be honest with myself, I believe what my father said about my aunt is correct." He then gripped her neck with his hand and forced her out of the chair, pressing her back against him. He stroked his hips to her backside, breathing erratically. Keeping her pinned to him by the throat, he searched her body for her wand, tossing it into a corner.