He made an "mm-ing" sound in acknowledgement and even that faint hum stoked the flames in his throat to beyond bearable. His mouth twisted up and his brows scrunched together, fingers squeezing so tight around Hermione's that it must be hurting her, but he couldn't help it and she didn't complain. Merlin, this fucking hurt nearly as bad as his hand had when his father... Draco focused on Hermione's soft babbling, not wanting to remember that night.