'I don't want your pity, Granger,' he seethes. 'I'm still in your debt. I haven't made amends yet.' 'Oh, so you're planning to?' she asks more cheekily than she is feeling. Malfoy's eyes flash as if she had challenged him to a duel. 'Is there something you need? Just say the word and I'll give it to you. Or do you prefer actions? I'm willing to do fucking anything...' Hermione's heart is beating indecently fast. She masks her fascination with a sceptically raised eyebrow. 'Anything,' she echoes. 'Anything,' he confirms. 'All right, then. For starters, I'd like you to stop crowding me against this bookshelf.'