Hermione felt like a bus hit her. Malfoy’s weight sank against her as she struggled to escape. He’d trapped her with his great, hulking self. His head rested on her chest, his face buried between her breasts. One hand snaked through her hair and clung to her neck. The other arm rested under his jersey on her hip. He had one hip thrown over her and his other leg tangled around her. She was trapped. And too warm.