"No," he said plainly and Hermione believed him – there was nothing on his face but cold determination now, although when he slid his hand down to cup her bum and yank her flush against him, she could feel the jut of his erection. But there was nothing behind his eyes, no flush of arousal to those pale cheeks, and his breathing was slow and even. But he was hard, and...his hand slid down, kneading her bum, fingers exploring what he could through her leathers, reaching around to press and rub against her clit, and...