Hermione’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head as she silently recited a list of the most colourful curses she’d ever heard or thought of, but she pointedly closed her mouth, maintaining eye contact with Malfoy all the while. He rewarded her with a kiss on her inner thigh, but then pulled back, sliding off her to stand next to the bed. She immediately opened her mouth to complain, but closed it again when she saw him reach for his belt buckle, the thick, supple leather making a satisfying swish as he pulled it through the loops of his trousers. He tossed it aside then quickly took care of the button and zipper, pulling down both his trousers and shorts in one swift movement.