Hermione realised Draco had done it to give them an alibi, a reason to be hovering near the door of the Hogshead but Hermione could not help herself. Anytime he was this close and especially with the memories of last night fresh in her brain she clung to him, tugging his tie loose with one hand when the alley went quiet once more. They were alone and she wanted him, wanted his skin on hers, their bodies as close as the space would allow. She reached for his waistband and tugged him forward, his moan vibrated against her when she rubbed her palm over the outside of his trousers, no amount of clothing could hide the bulge there. Hermione was somewhat concerned about what would happen when she finally gave herself over to him, to the bond. He seemed too big to fit, and she hadn't even seen it yet - only felt and seen the evidence.