His next word was breast and Hermione eyed him with dark suspicion, but his face was perfectly innocent as he arranged and rearranged his tiles. All she could make from her stupid letters was lump and her score was still less than his. She caught his lips twitch again as she harrumphed over the scores. She thought he was just lording his winning position over her, but then he put down a, r, s, and e in quick succession and Hermione’s hands clenched and she froze. He had better bloody well have an n, i, and c going down after that. But then Draco’s eyes peeked up at her and he laid down h, o, and Hermione grabbed his wrist before he could finish the awful word, thoughts of breasts and sex swimming in her head.