"Honestly," Hermione insisted with the over-earnest sincerity of the utterly wasted, twisting further around and nearly losing her balance and falling face first into his chest. She only saved herself by planting a hand on his thigh. She froze, feeling the warm skin and hard muscle under his jeans, feeling arousal coil in her belly. They both looked down at her hand, splayed dangerously high up on his thigh, and then at each other. Hermione gulped, feeling dizzy.