Hermione’s heart thumped wild, erratic beats against her ribcage. Malfoy tugged the scarf from around her neck, letting it fall to the floor. He seemed to shake with the effort it took to restrain himself, but he had promised this would go at her pace. He was at her beck and call, and when she nipped his lower lip and heard a very un-Slytherin growl bloom in his throat, the sound shooting straight to her cunt, Hermione tossed away all reservations. He wanted her. He wanted her.