Out of nowhere, a silver blade appeared in her hand. Draco stopped and placed his palms on the sofa, waiting, not surprised in the slightest. Somehow, Hermione always seemed to have a knife on her. Even when she wasn’t wearing any clothes. It was one of her many fascinating, endearing qualities. She straddled him and kissed him, prying his mouth open with her tongue and nipping at his lower lip. Suddenly, Draco felt the cool kiss of the silver blade being pressed against his groin.