            Ron’s arm wrapped tight around her waist, pulling her flush against his warm, bare chest. He held her for a few minutes before the kisses started. His lips brushed her neck, her ear, her cheek. Hermione rolled over to face him, returning the affection with equal vigor. The sheets tangled around their legs as the kisses and touching grew more frantic, until he was panting on top of her. It was pleasant, and slow, but with each thrust, Hermione worked out the lie to draw Lucius Malfoy into her puzzle.