Hermione came awake slowly, stretching her body languidly against the cool sheets, widening her mouth in a large and surely unattractive yawn.
"Hermione?"
She fluttered open her eyes and gave Zabini a sleepy smile, snuggling deeper into the covers and reveling in the warmth of his... Hermione snapped upright with an indignant squeak. "What are you doing?" she cried.
Zabini placed his hands on either side of her hips, swiftly moving to straddle her upper thighs and effectively pinning her legs to the bed. "Making you listen to me," he replied calmly.
"Are you insane? You can't just sneak in... here..." She trailed off, glancing around at the unfamiliar surroundings. "Blaise, what have you done?"
"Made damn sure you can't squirm away," he growled.
The draperies surrounding her bed were pulled open, letting a damp spring breeze float over their bodies. The first fingers of light from a fiery orange sun striated the low horizon, but the sky was still blue-black and dotted with stars. "But... we're on top of the castle!" she exclaimed.
"The Owlry, to be exact," he said, a low hoot from an owl returning from his hunt unwittingly proving his words.
"How did you manage to get me, and my bed, on top of the Owlry?" She gazed up at him, her eyes wide, slightly stunned that he'd go through such trouble to get her undivided attention.
He shook his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I have my ways."
"Undo this, Zabini," Hermione demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
He arched a mocking brow. "You should know by now that I don't take orders."
"Fine, I'll do it myself. Where's my wand?" She twisted her torso, groping the covers for her wand and knowing without being told that it wasn't there, or anywhere near. Now she was mad. She bucked up against him, and Zabini, not expecting her maneuver, shifted just enough so she could slip out from under him.
"Not so fast, Granger," he said, snatching her wrist before she could roll off the edge of the bed.
"Let go," she yelped, twisting her arm to loosen his hold. "Zabini, you ass, let me go!"
He gripped her firmly and pulled her back over to him, wrapping one arm around her waist, but she wasn't about to give in so easily. She kicked her legs back and smiled in grim satisfaction as her heel connected with his shin. He grunted and flipped her onto her stomach, pressing her face into her pillows.
She struggled madly, turning her face to the side to gulp air. "Trying to suffocate me now?" she gasped.
"Are you going to calm down?"
"No," she growled.
Slipping his arms underneath her, he hoisted her up into his lap, breathing hard when he finally managed to still her, tucking her head under his chin. Disarm her. Okay, so simply changing the scene hadn't worked as well as he'd hoped.