"Bastard," she gasped and a faint groan fell from her lips as Draco’s hand pulled from the tangle of her hair and grasped her arse firmly. His other arm pressed into Hermione’s back, and he lifted her up into his arms; difficult, with just one hand. She clung to him tightly with a squeak and her face buried into his neck, her breath hot on his neck and hair tickling his face.