Question
Hermione gapes at him unblinkingly. Her lips move but she remains helplessly inarticulate, her thoughts scattered.
"Finally got you to shut up, didn't I?" His voice is like purring velvet.
She gulps, but does not look away.
"Well?" Draco whispers, their noses almost touching now. "It is a simple question, Granger..."
Hermione mumbles something, averting her gaze, blushing furiously.
"What's that?"
"I said," she repeats in a quavering voice, still looking down, "you needn't even ask."
His eyes widen fractionally in surprise before he lets out a possessive growl, aroused, and captures her trembling lips fiercely in a searing kiss.