"I can so!" Hermione retorted sharply, and pushed herself back and up and came in contact with something warm and hard, and when Hermione shakily straightened she felt Draco’s hot, shallow breath on her ear. Oh. His hand gripped the curve of her waist and steadied her, and she swayed back against him. On purpose. She angled so that only her right shoulder bumped back into his chest, and her bum pressed firm against his upper thighs, which meant that his...well. She pushed back further, under the pretence of losing her balance, but she couldn’t feel anything against her bum or her lower back. She was half-relieved, face flushing hot at her own nerve. But Hermione’s left shoulder was still bursting with flowers of sharp pain and she dropped her head casually back onto Draco’s chest with a heavy exhalation.