"Why’d you stop– I said don’t stop–" she panted out in reply, opening her eyes to meet Malfoy’s, black with need.  Hermione quickly looked down, remembering the sticking charm. " Finite incantatem ." she whispered, eyes raised again. When Malfoy didn’t reply, Hermione took note of his iron grip on her bare hip and her eyes widened in realization. "S-sticking charm..." she explained shakily, wary of the way Malfoy was eyeing her as if she were prey– shocked by the difference from his careful control only two weeks prior. 