Jewel Tones

" 'Get out of my way.' She spat. His eyes darkened, and Hermione instantly recoiled.

'Make me, mudblood.' he whispered. With the last bit of sense she had left, Hermione placed both her hands on his muscular chest and gave him the strongest shove she could muster. He didn't move an inch. Instead, he swiftly locked both her wrists in an iron vice in one hand, and grasped her neck in the other, shoving her hard against the marble. Hermione let out a squeal of shock. He lowered his face only inches away from hers.

'Don't think for a second that you have any control over me, mudblood.' He whispered icily. She knew she should have been afraid, should have screamed, called for help, anything. But she wasn't. She was the most turned on she had ever been in her life, and Draco could tell. "