She removed a handful of coins from her pocket, feeling them warm in her palm as she did so. "You do, however, get points off for rudeness," Hermione continued, sprinkling the coins haphazardly onto him. There were more than five, now that she counted—seven, actually. They landed randomly, on his chest, his thighs, his arms—one unlucky Galleon fell on the crease between his hip and his belly, where the skin was thin and soft. 