He took another step, her wand now pressed firmly against his chest. "That's an interesting image, but no thanks. Come on, Granger. Take a walk on the wild side. You can't tell me you're not just a little curious, can you?" She briefly considered going into minute detail as to why she was not interested in a "wild" anything with him and how, if he was being even remotely serious (which he most certainly was not), she would only be a rebellion, an act of teenaged defiance on his part. And she certainly wasn't interested in being anybody's rebellion, especially not his. Opting not to respond, she simply pressed her wand harder into his chest, determined to come out of this conversation unscathed and on top (metaphorically, of course. She was certainly not considering being on top of anything remotely attached to him. Not at all.) Instead of looking worried, as he very well should have done, he smiled at her. An honest to god, genuine smile. And she was quite put out to learn that he had TWO bloody dimples, the bastard. "Alright, alright. Clearly charming you won't work. So what? I need to win you? I can do that."