Draco hissed out a short breath, angry and frustrated and hungry and trapped, grey eyes darkened with an admission of defeat and surrender; and Hermione wondered idly how much they would both regret his decision. And then there was no time to think, it was no time for thinking, because his hand was tugging at her jeans button and she was frantically trying to pull off her jersey and shirt, get her hands around behind her awkwardly to unhook her bra. It was breathless, uncoordinated chaos as they both struggled to strip her clothes off, Draco dragging her bodily off the bed and standing her up, sliding her jeans and knickers down and yanking them off.