Hermione sucked in a breath and before she could respond, Malfoy was gone. Hot and cold were the only literal ways to describe her interactions with him. One moment he can’t keep his hands off her, the next he is cold and calculating and telling her he’s bad for her. Bugger that. She had never been one to allow others to tell her how to think or how to feel. And what she felt for Malfoy had been just below the surface for years, not that he knew that. How could he? Like he said, he’d bullied her for years and watched as she was tortured in his drawing room. 