Hermione cought the spell

But she almost wished he hadn't. Here she was, barely dressed, alone with Draco Malfoy, his hand in her underwear, a fingertip grazing over her most private place, and to make things worse, heat seemed to course through her entire body from his fingertips, the heat where he touched her was unbearable.

Draco seemed to realize this, and she felt his exploration hesitate, "What's the matter, Granger? Afraid you might like it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about?" she knew she was in control, but she still didn't move. Her pride was fighting inside of her to prove that he didn't effect her, although she wanted desperately to scream, to slap his hand away, and run-run far away and hide herself, forever and ever.

"I'm talking about this," and he gave her a little squeeze, a brief surge of pressure, and heat! Another hand crept its way up the side of her corset, lingering over her breast. "Heh, Marcie's only a second year, but she's got more than you."

"She does not!" Hermione was irrationally defensive, but it irked her to be put second place to this Hufflepuff girl who could sink low enough to sneak out with Malfoy.

"Yeah she does, Show her Marcie."

"Draco!" Marcie was still lingering back in the doorway. "I can't!"

"Of course you can." His lips still touched Hermione's ear, sending shivers down her spine, the long forgotten tingle nuzzling at her neck, but she felt far from the sense of elation she had felt before, Draco touching her this way, not knowing how far she should fight him on this. Draco went on, "Why don't you light the fire, Marcie, and get comfortable." Marcie moved over to the fireplace, and cast a simple firespell. Warm, golden light flooded the room, its fierce heat bathing Hermione, masking, for just a moment the place where Draco had his hand.