Draco must have read her mind; the next thing Hermione knew, she was seated on the edge of the bed, trying to remember how to breathe and that  she had asked a question and got no answer! but what the question was, she couldn’t say. Not when Draco looked at her with what could only be described as reverence; and when he slowly got to his knees he was either going to make her scream or worship her like she was his God. 