The world felt like it was burning. Her skin crawled as Nott’s hands continued to slither across her arms and the back of her neck. It wasn’t like wearing the ring - where she only felt a connection to Malfoy. Without it, the potion felt heavier; her heart seemingly tugging her toward the nearest pureblood male in the room. Hermione knew deep down that Nott’s touch should repulse her, but the Sacred 28 draught made his touch feel like serenity. If she refused his demand any longer, she worried she might pass out. 