Whatever spell had kept him restrained broke. Malfoy let out a growl again, and before she could tell what was happening or do anything more than squeak, Hermione had been hoisted up, legs wrapping around his hips as he palmed her arse with one hand and held her tight by the waist to his body, walking towards the bed. He kissed at her jaw, teeth grazing, tongue soothing, his breath searingly hot against her skin. She heard herself as if outside her own body, answering. Surely those needy high pitched whines did not emanate from her. Surely. 