Hermione wished he would do something or say something. Beginning to grow self-conscious by his inaction, she reached forward and began unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers deftly sliding each button through its hole. Draco’s hand came down to hers, holding it still above his navel. He took over, unbuttoning the rest of the way and pulled his black shirt open to reveal the pale skin of his torso covered in striated white scars.