"Do you want to finish?" Hermione gestured at the forgotten game and Draco shrugged. Her fingers went back to his arm and half curled around it just below his elbow, skimming a light touch over the shirt and the look he gave her was one of puzzlement. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, looking down at where her thumb rubbed over his arm, shirt wrinkling under the firm little strokes of her thumb. It suddenly seemed extremely intimate, what she was doing, so Hermione closed her hand completely around his arm and turned her grip into a firm tug.