Hermione try to out think Draco

"Draco," Marcie chimed in weakly, "I thought you were going to spend time with me." she now had her arms crossed uncomfortably under her chest, exaggerating the off-balance that her top-heaviness seemed to create thanks to her slender legs and waist, and complete lack of hips.

The distraction brought Hermione back from the brink, and the panting subsided, the heat curled away and she smugly felt that she had fought off the worst of the magics in the room without giving in to Malfoy.

"In a minute, Marcie." Draco murmured, his hand prowling, somewhat clumsily, Hermione thought, the downy fuzz that had spread across her sex in the past couple of years, "Granger doesn't want me to stop, do you?" he added looking at Hermione with a subtle jab up between the cleft of her lips.

Hermione couldn't help sucking deeply, wondering if she was wet down there, like she got from time to time when she touched herself there, "Frankly Draco, I couldn't care less." She then turned on him, his hand popping out of her corset, twisting so his arm stretched around her, pulling his fingers

away from her sex but not quite out of her panties. "And if you're finished, I'd just assume you take your little strumpet and get out of here."

Malfoy's mouth fell open, and he found himself instinctively pulling his hand out of Hermione's panties, hesitating only before taking a step back, instead keeping his face next to hers, almost kissing her.

"Don't pretend you don't enjoy it." Then glancing at Marcie who was staring intently at them from across the room, he added in a low voice, "The magic in this room won't affect someone who doesn't want it."

Hermione responded, in the same low, voice, moving the bare fraction of an inch between them closer to his face, "Then I expect that that's why it's not having an effect on me." Malfoy scowled, then let a grin creep across his frown, "If you don't want it then nothing I do will have an effect on you."

Hermione sensed a trap in his words. Knew he was setting her up for something, and her insides churned with apprehension, but she had gone so far already she knew fiercely that if she backed down that Draco would believe he was right. "You don't have any idea what you're talking about."

"Oh don't I?" Draco challenged, "Care to prove it?"

"Oh, you'd just love that wouldn't you Malfoy." said Hermione.

"Draco," Marcie chimed in, "What's going on? Can I put my gown back on, it' s very cold in here."