Draco was standing between her legs with a smug look, looking down at her, blushing and all. Like a Goddess of temptation, waiting for his next move and looking ravishing, gazing through her lashes at him. He wanted to burn this image into his head. "Eyes up here, Malfoy." Draco heard a whistle and she pointed her middle and index finger into her eyes, a smile on her face threatening to break out. Still bossy and commanding as ever. He could say something sarcastic or cocky but not now, he thought not when she was so-"Beautiful." He breathed out, amazed. "You're so fucking beautiful, Hermione." That clearly took her off guard and the breathtaking smile he was rewarded with, made up for all of his tortures.