Her thighs were cradling his hips, and his torso was pinning hers. Granger was grinning up at him again, her eyes too wide to look entirely sane in the sparse light afforded them by the moon filtering through the forest canopy. She was not pliant, never at his mercy, but Draco could almost fool himself that she was when her chest heaved under him and her ankles crept to hook behind his knees.