"You’re over-thinking things again, Hermione," Draco murmured and nuzzled against her ear, breath hot. "Stop it." It was an order, growled low and half-teasing and Hermione whimpered and swayed against him, quivering, head reverberating with the way he had sounded. Stop it. Merlin, he could tell her to do anything right now, and she would do it.