By the time Good Friday arrived, Hermione knew something had to be done. Draco rebuffed all her efforts at coaxing him into conversation before and during dinner, and afterward had her stripped and writhing on his cock within moments of setting foot inside his bedroom, setting a hard, brutal pace that had Hermione clawing gouges down his back with her fingernails as his teeth left marks all over her chest and neck. Afterward, as she curled into his side in the bliss of their afterglow, Hermione tried a different tack, bringing up a question that had been bothering her for weeks.