"Oh, this one's plenty lively, Theo," Malfoy says, grinding his hips against Hermione's bum in an exaggerated manner. She moans in fear and horror and tries uselessly to wrench away, trying to shove back at him with her elbows and fists, to strike at him with her feet, making terrified little noises she is barely aware of. She doesn't know what's real and what's not, and she has no real reason to believe she can trust Malfoy, who laughs breathlessly as he subdues her and holds her pinned against him. "See? Lots of life left in her yet. But you go on and have your fun, Theo. You know I like my privacy anyway."