Draco reached for her again and this time she stepped forth. He stood there holding her for a moment without speaking, her head nestled against his chest. His hand found her neck and his finger stroked her pulse point softly, and Hermione realized he was telling her to relax. Slowly, she allowed her limbs to thaw from their tense state. His cock was rigid in his pants—she felt it pressing against her and wondered if he would alleviate his desire then and there. Dread crawled over her skin.