"Did you get all dressed up for him? Did you put on some of those little lacy underthings you're so fond of?" The fingers at her neck squeezed slightly. Hermione's breathing was elevated, her heart was pounding. An ache was slowly, steadily building between her legs at his low voice, at how close they were. "Did you plan on sneaking away, somewhere? Here, maybe? You were going to let him take this dress off you, weren't you?" He pressed more closely into her, his hips grazing hers. They both gasped at the contact and her eyes slid closed as she fought the urge to buck into him. "Were you going to let him fuck you, Hermione? Right here, in this room? In the same bed I've had you in?"