"More," Hermione managed to get out in a strangled whimper, and like she had broken a spell, Draco jerked back up from her, kneeling between her legs and staring down at her with wide, pupil-swamped eyes. Hermione thought that was it – it was over. Draco would come to his senses now and scramble away from her; tell her to get out in that awful, coldly contemptuous voice. But he was drunk and swaying on his knees and he looked at her like she was the only thing he could see.