            Lucius quirked an eyebrow but followed her advice, perching on the edge of the mattress. The springs groaned under his weight as Hermione surveyed the room for something to pour their drinks into. Finding nothing (neither she nor Kreacher liked dishes to stockpile around the house), Hermione reached under her skirt to retrieve her wand from the makeshift holster. Lucius’s eyes didn’t leave her as she hiked up the sequined skirt. Heat flooded her, but Hermione made no move to turn away as she pulled the wand free. When the skirt fell back over her knee, Lucius finally met her gaze.