They hear her silent plea. Zabini steps forward again, but he doesn’t go for her lips. Now he’s kissing a line down her neck, and across her collarbone and Hermione groans. She can feel her neck flush, chasing Zabini’s mouth, and then Theo’s hands are firm on her hips, holding her up. She doesn’t know whether it’s her body temperature, or his, but his hands burn into her sides as Zabini’s kisses trail lower.