            Hermione complied with her head bent, unable to meet his eyes as she hopped off the desk and quickly shimmied out of the jeans. She whimpered as the rough fabric scraped over her knee, and Lucius’s fingers closed around her shoulder in a gesture of comfort. When her legs were bare, and her cheeks hot enough to fuel a fire, Hermione settled back onto the desk, her jeans laid delicately over the top of her thighs to provide some modesty.