"What? What do you...?" Hermione trailed off as comprehension stole over her. Draco’s fingers played with the button on her jeans, fiddling with it, ever so slowly easing it through the buttonhole. He looked at her while he did it, eyes thunder and silver, with that small knowing smirk on his face that made Hermione feel clenching pulses wrench through her insides, made her flesh twitch and slick wet dampened her knickers, and her skin went shivery all over.