            She raised an eyebrow and grabbed hold of her jumper, yanking it unceremoniously from her body. With it cast aside, she faced him in only her underwear. Shivering, but not just from the winter chill managing to seep through the apartment walls. Before she could think too much on the action, on the last line she was crossing, Hermione unhooked her bra, slid off her knickers, and stood before him, cheeks scarlet, nipples pebbling, eyes finally dragging away, sliding down Lucius’s body to see his reaction to her.