Oh. He wasn’t stopping this. He was escalating it. He had given her the freedom to try and run from him, and now she had a choice. Turn and leave whatever this was, or join him in whatever madness they were creating. Fuck it. Without thinking about it anymore, Hermione shrugged her robe off, letting it pool at her feet. She could see the change in him. His eyes gleamed, a hint of a smile trying to break through. His shoulders went back, his torso straightened, and a confidence she hadn’t seen from him all year seemed to emanate from him.