"My shirt," she whispered huskily, voice not working right and mouth lust-dry, and Draco let her go abruptly. Hermione gasped at his sudden movement and swayed on her feet, watching him as he shrugged off his shirt, toed off his boots and socks, and kicked off his jeans, retreating a step to the wall and leaning against it. He watched Hermione intently as her hands went to her shirt buttons.