 Ron’s head dropped over his work again and as it did, Hermione found herself inadvertently looking at Draco again. He was leaning back in his chair, his knee propped up against the desk and his book laid across his lap. He brought his finger to his lips and licked it with the tip of his tongue before turning the page, and Hermione’s imagination went berserk. She knew very well what his tongue could do, how it felt on her lips, on her neck. Her heart was racing again and she forced herself to look down at her book and pay attention.