"Wakey wakey." Hermione hummed and stroked a strand of blond hair back from his face. Her prone victim stirred slightly and slowly blinked his eyes open. "Now, I’m sure you are smart enough to realize what’s happening," Hermione purred. She walked around the head of the table, trailing her hand gently along his body from one should to the other. His eyes tracked her movements, but his limbs only twitched infectively against the binding potion that held him motionless. His skin was dimpled from the cold and Hermione smirked as she saw him shiver slightly – the most her potion would let him do.