"I'll catch up." he said to his teammates, and Hermione noticed the smirks and wolfish grins on their faces. Honestly, she couldn't even be mad; if anything, it sent heat rushing to her stomach - the fact that people finally knew who they were to each other and what they did behind closed doors. Everyone knew she belonged to him, as he did to her. She clenched her thighs at these thoughts, coupled with Draco's hands wrapping around her waist, her back against the wall. They were all alone now.