"Our resident ass man is sorted for the night, then." Blaise remarks dryly, but Hermione’s barely listening. Theo’s running his hands over her backside, alternating between gentle strokes and firm slaps that echo in the empty classroom. She can feel a flush spreading across her face, and she tucks her face against her arm, trying to hide her face from Malfoy’s unrelenting stare. While the other boys are watching her body, he’s watching her face.