There is nothing wrong in wanting Malfoy, nothing wrong in him wanting her. That is biology, that is unavoidable, natural. There should be no shame in feelings, only actions. Wanting each other, Hermione thinks dazedly as her fingers tighten on the bedpost and their gazes brush together like a caress that sends electricity down her spine, is a result of their situation. The way it is tangling and binding them up emotionally, in a way that sometimes seems inextricable, that sometimes she thinks she should resist and spurn and sometimes just wants to   embrace  . She licks her lips, and looks away.