"Malfoy how do you stay so toned? I never see you working out." Draco's pale eyebrows shot up to his hairline in surprise but he quickly masked this with a smirk.
"I didn't know you'd been checking me out, Granger." He let his eyes peruse her form, very obviously checking her out as he lingered on the long expanse of creamy thigh.
Hermione huffed loudly to hide her embarrassment, "Some people were talking to me about it..." She muttered, ducking her head to hide behind her book.
"You really want to know?" His tone of voice was tantalising and she hated it.
"No of course I don't that's why I asked the bloody question!" Hermione's irritated chocolate orbs flashed at him and he grinned anyway.
"Alright, keep your knickers on. I'll tell you the secret." He gestured for Hermione to come next to him so he could whisper in her ear. She huffed in exasperation for the unneeded secrecy but moved so that she was pressed against him regardless.
"Sex." She felt the delicious whisper in her toes and her stomach erupted in butterflies.
"Really?" She squeaked, trying to ignore the heat emitting from his long, lean thigh which was pressed against her bare one.
He let out a throaty, blatantly sexual chuckle and inclined his head. "So what do you say Granger, want to have a go?"
Needless to say, Hermione found that she really liked toning with Draco after that.