Then there was something firm against her ass, a hot brand of pressure. Hermione gulped. She’d done this once before, when Ron begged her, and she’d vowed to never do it again. But she’d also never seen Draco this excited about anything before, so she made herself moan and jerk her hips back against it, trying to be sexy. It wasn’t really her style, but maybe it was Harry’s. She could feel Draco’s thighs against the back of her own, and wanted to reach a hand back to touch him, but didn't.