A whimper broke past Hermione's lips as Draco's breath whispered hot on her ear, and she blushed, face flaming, clamping her traitorous lips shut. He heard her – how could he not – and stopped trying to grab the bottle; pushed himself up, looking down at her curiously, and Hermione shut her eyes, humiliated. She peeked up at Draco through her lashes, expecting to see nasty, arrogant amusement on his face, but instead he looked caught half between anger and want, lips parted and eyes wide. And then he shook his head and looked away, setting his mouth in that angry sneer and growling at her.