Malfoy laughed, a humourless sound. "About half the girls our year and the one above us," he replied, gazing up at the ceiling as she turned her head toward him. He was silent for a moment, unmoving, but Hermione knew he was aware of her stare boring into the side of his face. He sighed. "I knew, sixth year, that I'd been given a suicide mission. I didn't want to die a virgin, so I slept with anyone and everyone who would have me. I learned quite a few things I haven't had a chance to use since."