            Lucius pushed up, his legs widening so that if she were to step forward, she’d be trapped between those knees. "Testy little witch, aren’t you? Tell me, did Black satisfy your needs? I’m more than happy to fulfill my side of the prophecy, if you wish." He reached up, one pale hand cutting through the darkness. As his fingers brushed her bare thigh, a spark of desire spasmed through her, and Hermione stepped abruptly away.