Malfoys hands came down to the center of her collarbones, tracing the marks he left on her neck. She noticed the dark mark tattoo fade in black ink onto his skin, reminding her of what he once was. He cleared his throat as he fingered the hem of her dress. Hermione knew he wasn't going to touch her further till she said yes, till she gave him her whole consent, needing his feather-light touches to come back roughly with full force. She slowly whispered "yes". He smirked, "That's a good girl," he took both of his hands and ripped her dress right through the center. She gasped loudly as she felt the cold air bite against her freshly exposed skin.