They were pressed so close together that Hermione could feel his erection. He was sweating, staring at her lips longingly. Hermione couldn’t help but marvel at his subservience—if she asked him to crawl around the floor like a pup begging for a treat, he’d do it, no doubt. The way he looked at her with such devotion already was a little startling, truth be told. She knew he’d wanted her for some time, and knew the weighty honor of the attentions of a woman of her position, but could there be something in her bite that affected him? And if that was so, could it affect Draco, too? And even Martin?