Zabini smiled.  "Not your girlfriend.  Not your toy.  Maybe you should figure out what she is."  He finished his drink in a series of gulps that appeared to leave him exhilarated before he wrapped his arm around Hermione and pulled her to his side.  She froze until she realized he'd been careful not to touch any exposed skin.  Draco didn't even twitch and, though Zabini’s breath was hot and sweet, he didn't do more than make her smile in delight as he tightened his hold.  He was a prick, sure enough, but it felt good to be flirted with. It felt great to be flirted with by a man this attractive.  "Come dance with me, little bird.  I’ll show you a good time and keep the dogs away."