Tom had stopped counting the days. He hadn’t fucked Hermione in weeks and his imagination had failed him days ago. He’d managed one good wank after their encounter in the shower but that was it. He missed her. Missed her mewling beneath him, whimpering above him. Missed her hot little mouth and her tight ass and - he missed her, but he would be damned if he was going to go out with her tonight to another one of Draco Malfoy’s parties when she was dressed like that and had no intention of relieving him.