She pressed her lips together, swallowing nervously, and nodded, doing as he had asked. His hands trailed along the hem of her nightgown, brushing his fingertips along the tops of her thighs before slipping up along the sides of her body to her shoulders. Hermione felt every inch of skin that he touched come alive as if scalded, or frozen. She was hyper aware of his touch as his hands trailed down her arms, clasping her wrists in each hand. He pulled her arms behind her back and with a soft whisper, she felt them bound together so that her forearms rested against her middle back. She shivered as one hand moved up between her shoulder blades, exerting gentle pressure until she was lying her torso flat on the table. Another whisper and she gasped as she felt her collar tingle at her throat. She tried to turn her head to see his face, but found that her collar was fixed to the table, holding her firmly in place.