Then, he arched a brow as he let his massive, hairy hands hover over her arms. Hermione slid the chain strap over her shoulder and nodded her assent to him, grateful that he had thought to hesitate and silently ask permission. As his hands slid over the base of her neck, and the neckline of her dress, as he moved from one extended arm to another, Hermione held her breath. She felt the cool, edged silver fall between her bralette and exhaled at the precise moment it nicked her stomach. The tip of the blade caught in her under-shift and she thanked god that the man didn't notice it poking out.