"Higher, Miss Granger."
Hermione struggled to stand still. She heard his rasping breathing and could smell his excitement. She blushed.
"No, higher. God, you incompetent girl, that's too high!" He stepped behind her and roughly straightened her head, and pulled back her shoulders. Then he arranged her hands, which still held the hem of her skirt, until he was satisfied. I'm a dress-up doll, thought Hermione. She stifled a giggle. He was too concerned with the pleats of her skirt to notice.
"You see," he explained, "it should just be the smallest glimpse showing. Anything else would be vulgar." His hands lingered only briefly near the back of her thigh. Just long enough for an errant finger to graze her soft skin. He drew back immediately.
"Perfect."
He paced back and forth. Hermione knew he was examining her from different angles.
"Sublime," he decided. "Now remain very still."
The was a rustling of fabrics, and his breathing changed. The sound of flesh and silk lightly caressing each other was deafening to her.
He made a small choking noise.
"Very good, Miss Granger. No points will be taken from Gryffindor this time. Your apology is accepted."
She didn't flinch as he removed her blindfold. This hadn't been her first "apology".
She waited.
"Now get out of my chambers. You've wasted enough of my time."
Cheered by a secret sense of power, Hermione Granger ran from the room to join her friends. It was time to enjoy sunlight and laughter and different games. She hoped that would satisfy her until her next detention.