"Yes," Hermione agreed instantly, dropping her hands to his shoulders as his wand arm wrapped around her waist, his other hand still clamped over her core. She dug her fingers into the surprising hardness of his muscles as he spun them, appearing instantly in what was obviously his suite. She barely had a chance to note the elegant furnishings that complemented those in her rooms or the photos on the mantle of his elaborate private fireplace before she found herself tossed onto the bed, Malfoy staring down at her from where he stood. 