Another whispering caress of power and breath jarred Hermine from her circling, desperate thoughts. "I think you  do  want to play, despite your rather flimsy protests." Malfoy shifted in the blackness, nosing along her cheek toward her parted, chapped lips. He whispered against her jaw, "Your heartbeat betrays you, angel." At the last moment, he bypassed her lips and for half a breath Hermione chased his mouth with her own before she caught herself.