A/N: Thank you all SO much for the love and comments for this one!

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"Well that's hardly bloody fair..." Theo huffed as a vial with pink, swirling liquid was put in front of him on the table.

"Got to play by the rules-" Harry muttered, sounding affronted as the same vial was also placed in front of him. "If everyone else has signed the disclaimer but Malfoy hasn't then-"

"You know better than to think I would play by the same rules as everyone else, Potter," Draco told him in a mocking tone as he took a deep sip of his whisky and accepted the vial that Pansy had passed him over the table. "Did our time playing Quidditch at Hogwarts not teach you anything?"

"Or the time he nearly got ruined by that Hippogriff –" Blaise pointed out.

"Or the time he got turned into a white rodent-" Theo pointed out matter of factly.

"What about the time when he nearly offed old Dumbledore?-" Blaise replied. Hermione and Harry scowled at him. "-May God rest his soul." He added quickly, making a cross sign in front of him.

"Or the time when he nearly threw himself through that stupid bloody cabinet in frustration-" Theo laughed wholeheartedly.

Hermione heard Malfoy draw in an impatiently deep breath. It wasn't uncommon for Blaise and Theo to mock him for his previously dark deeds. He usually took it in his stride and bided his time until he was able to get them back with some sort of sarcastic and usually quite witty retort, but tonight did not seem like the night for that.

"There are no rules, it is the drinker's choice." Pansy cut in, silencing the boys when she spotted the look of tension on Draco's face. He seemed to be grappling with himself, Hermione could sense it from where he sat. Almost as if he thought he was making a very big mistake by signing the contract.

"Well if I can't see his then he can't see mine." Theo announced petulantly, poking a finger in Draco's direction.

"I don't want to see yours Theodore, you'll put me off sausage for life." Draco said darkly, earning a titter from a few around the table.

"What was that?" Theo asked sarcastically, "Hmm?", putting a hand to his ear and cupping it in Draco's direction. "Jumbo hotdog, you say? Oh, you do compliment me, Draco."

"More like cocktail sausage, mate. Have a strong word with yourself, yeah?" Draco bantered back and Hermione tensed as she chanced a glance at Pansy. She saw her eyes sparkle when the mention of sausage size came into the equation.

God, have mercy upon her soul ... her train of thought always seemed to lead her back there, and Pansy didn't help. Once the flood gates of the dirt bag that was Pansy Parkinson had been opened, there was no stopping her. Several times Hermione had choked on air whilst in work as a dirty little fact or a smutty little musing had made its way out of Pansy's mouth. The worst one was just shy of two months ago, as they stood together in the lingerie section of the shop, fixing the array of bra's and knickers on the shelves ...

*Flashback*

"Did you see him sitting down last night?" Pansy asked innocently as she fixed a pair of frilly French knickers back onto their hanger. "He looked so uncomfortable towards the end of the night."

Hermione tried her best to ignore her. She knew exactly where Pansy was going with this, and if she let the girl bate her then there would be no stopping the filth that would spill out of her mouth. Specifically, filth about Draco Malfoy.

"I hadn't noticed." Hermione replied casually, like she always did and hoped that Pansy would drop the subject.

But Pansy Parkinson never dropped a subject.

"I think that arm chair is the only one that offers him a little relief from the pressure in that particular area..." Pansy mused innocently. "I mean, I know he has his pants tailored to look a little baggier in the crotch area, but you can plainly see that he must be uncomfortable packing-"

"Pansy..." Hermione moaned at her and drew in a breath as she picked up a stray bra from off the floor. "Stop. Just stop."

Pansy paid absolutely no attention. "I suppose it can't be helped though with the way he looks at you when you're not looking..." One of Pansy's eyebrows shot into the air as Hermione turned to her and gave her a suspicious look. "...when you find something funny, but you know you shouldn't laugh; you bite your lip..."

Hermione frowned.

"Draco likes that."

Hermione's mouth went dry.

"He likes to bite and be bitten while he's fucking – that I know of - or involved in any type of foreplay..." Pansy smirked at the blush on Hermione's cheeks. "I think it's a paraphilia called Odaxelagnia. It is generally considered a mild form of sadomasochism, but I think Draco just gets off on the feel of his skin between your teeth ..." Hermione drew in another deep breath. "...if he's close and you put your mouth in the right place..." Pansy put two fingers against the pulse point on her neck as she looked at Hermione. "...if you use your lips to massage the area, add your tongue to moisten it...and then sink your teeth in at just the right moment..." Hermione clenched her thighs at the thought. "... the sound's he'll make for you ... Granger, he'll be all yours."

Hermione shook her head to try and get rid of the imagery. But the thought of biting down on Draco Malfoy's neck and hearing the deep, rumbling sounds erupt from his throat as he came for her were just too much. Would he talk to her through it? Would he want to tell her she was a good girl? Would he want to be buried deep inside her while she did that for him, to achieve the most intense orgasm he would probably ever have?

"As soon as he saw you bite your bottom lip last night, I knew exactly what he was thinking." Pansy smirked, continuing her onslaught. "His eyes were so dark they were practically blown wide, Granger. In his head he had you straddling him over that armchair he was occupying, and he was rocking your hips down onto his, fucking you through your clothes ... he loves doing that."

Hermione gulped and closed her eyes at the imagery momentarily. "He knows he can get a woman off just by rubbing her intimately against him ... when you feel it up close like that, you realise just how uncomfortable he really must be sitting down... but the power he puts into each thrust would have you bouncing off his lap." Pansy shrugged. "But then, what is a big dick worth if there's no power, stamina or passion behind it?"

Hermione's eyes went wide and she dropped another bra onto the floor in a fluster. Pansy giggled. "Draco has the power... whether he's holding you in his arms and making you feel protected, or he's pinned you down against a desk in the Potions classroom after hours... the force of him is something unmatched." Pansy's eyes glinted devilishly. "He would be on his knees for you in minutes though, if you'd let him..."

"He's strong, then?" Hermione asked weakly, trying to ignore the last thing Pansy said and feeling like her knees would give out on her.

"Granger..." Pansy told her pointedly. "He put me on a desk, opened my legs and fucked me with his fingers so hard that the desk rattled against the floor before it started to move about a foot away from its starting point..." Hermione put a hand over her mouth in a shocked motion. "...and he wouldn't let me come until I told him how much my walls wanted to clench around his cock."

Hermione gasped and Pansy giggled at her. "He's not an animal though, Granger... quite the opposite, actually." Pansy gave her a small smile. "He has a lot of passion, and he always makes sure the lady comes first ... although, he's only ever finished into a hand afterwards, so..."

Hermione couldn't help herself. "How do you know he's never orgasmed inside of a woman?"

Pansy's eyes lit up devilishly. "Oh ... oh, I knew that little fact got you all hot and bothered!" she laughed gleefully, then fixed Hermione with a look. "Because when he's drunk, he talks ... and if I'm not mistaken, from what he's said in the past I think he's all but given up hope of trying now..." She gave Hermione a little wink. "... But if only there was someone who could volunteer to get past that barrier with him and give it a bloody good go..."

Hermione's back straightened. "I don't know of anyone, sorry."

Pansy sighed. "Christ Hermione, if you let Draco get hold of you then he'd break you in half." Hermione spluttered. "Imagine the power in those thighs as he inched his way inside of you slowly, even when he stretches your legs wide, it would probably take him a few minutes to get all of the way in considering the size of him and the size of you..." Hermione bit her lip. "...he'd bite that lip for you too, and then when he finally started rocking inside of you, he'd be so far up he'd hit your cervix ... probably get you pregnant after the first pump against your womb."

"Pansy!" Hermione hissed. "That is uncalled for..."

The black-haired girl shrugged. "I think he has a breeding fetish, somewhere deep down..."

Hermione gaped at the girl. "A what?" her mind boggled. There was so much kinky complexity to this man, and it was making her feel like the multiple layers of Draco Malfoy were never ending.

Pansy raised an eyebrow and put a hand on her hip as she looked a bra back onto its place on the shelf. "That's a whole different story, Granger... one for another time."

No more stories.

Hermione couldn't take any more stories.

*End Flashback*

..."Hermione, do you agree? Or would you rather stay here?"

Hermione frowned, having lost the conversation completely. She was really bad at this lately, knowing that she needed to keep up with conversation but found herself so often floating away into her own sordid fantasies.

"What was that, sorry?" she asked politely and saw Pansy looking at her knowingly. She took a large gulp of her drink. "I wasn't listening."

"You haven't missed much..." Malfoy drawled in his low tone from above her, sending shivers down her spine as she realised that he was stood up and putting on his coat as if to leave. "...mostly just Theodore chatting absolute bollocks about how all of his fantasies include wax and buttplugs –"

"-the buttplugs are for the women-" Theo shouted over defensively, his closed umbrella pointing accusingly in Draco's direction.

"So he says..." Draco answered him mockingly, pointing back at Theo as he buttoned up his black overcoat.

Hermione could see Malfoy look over in her direction and give her a small smile out of the corner of her eye, but she just couldn't muster up the courage to look at him. If she did, she feared he would see right through her and he would know all of the elicit images that popped into her head whenever she so much as looked in his direction.

She wondered if he had noticed the slow change in her over the last few years. They had always been civil and courteous to each other since Harry had brought him into the group. This Draco Malfoy was merely a small reminder to her of his former self... an unlikely gentle and quiet outcome to what he could have turned into. Hermione hated his former self and one thing stopping her from jumping his bones was the thought of his sneering face during school.

He never sneered at her now, though. He listened to her intently and when they conversed with each other Hermione always got the sense that she understood him as much as he understood her. He was polite and quiet and kept to himself. At first it put Hermione on edge as she found it hard to find ways to trust him, but now she knew that along with the others, she could also trust Draco Malfoy with her life.

Trusting him with her life wasn't the problem now, though. It was trusting herself around him to not make an absolute fool of herself. She felt like a school girl with a silly crush on the popular boy. It felt so immature to her, but she couldn't help it. Every part of him intimidated her and made her feel like she couldn't breathe when he was around her. Thank god she only ever saw him on Friday nights... she'd be a pining mess if she had to be around him more often.

"We're going to Draco's, Granger." Pansy practically squeaked with excitement. "Apparently Harry is against the idea of taking the potion in the middle of a crowded pub in case he gets too excited during his fantasy and everyone sees his 'Cum face'-"

Harry shook his head in defeat. "That's not exactly how I-"

"It's what you meant." Pansy batted his arm matter of factly. "Let's just call a spade a spade."

"Or a shovel." Theo interrupted. "That way you can use it to bury yourself when you've died of the complete humiliation of anyone seeing this –" Theo opened his mouth, stuck his tongue out, put his head back and rolled his eyes into the back of his head.

"What the fuck is that, Theodore?" Blaise asked, looking disgusted as he zipped up his coat. "Because if that is your 'cum face', then I genually wonder how you've ever gotten a woman into bed."

"It's too late by then, mate," Theo winked at him and put his woolly hat messily onto his head. "Past the point of no return...and if she doesn't like it, she can just close her eyes, lie back and think of England."

"I'd think of anything to get that image out of my head. Bondage torture included." Hermione laughed, putting her scarf around her neck.

Hermione heard the laughs from everyone, but she noticed Malfoy still his actions and slow them down as he fixed his coat collar just within her eye line.

"Didn't have you down for a bit of kink, Miss. Granger..." Blaise answered her with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "Had you pegged as a bit of vanilla ..."

"As innocent as a Nun in a cucumber field-" Theo butted in jovially.

Pansy scoffed as she put her handbag over her shoulder. "Oh please, I could turn your blood cold with the kinky toys Granger has bought from our store over the years ..." she turned and grinned wickedly at Hermione, who felt her blush returning. "Remember that potion you bought to help you climax loudly?"

Harry choked and sputtered on thin air and put his hands over his ears.

"Pansy!" Hermione berated, stuck for words.

Mortified, Hermione chanced a glance over at everyone for their reactions. Eventually her eyes travelled in the blonde man's direction. Malfoy was stock still, not facing her as his back was to her, but his shoulders seemed to move slightly for a second, like he was taking in a deep breath.

"Granger the screamer ... now there's an image..." Theo said wickedly, and Blaise chuckled.

"No, no ... that's the problem..." Pansy said gleefully. And Hermione really hated the fact that she had even told Pansy this sensitive little tidbit of information. "She doesn't make noise... no one has ever been able to make her scream...they're lucky to get a moan out of her..."

"Are you a quiet one, Granger?" Blaise asked her curiously. "Is it because you're embarrassed or because nobody has hit the right notes for you, so to speak?"

"I'm not answering-" Hermione started in protest.

"Don't be modest, Granger." Pansy told her with a shake of her head. "Hermione here has only ever had an orgasm by herself ... men have tried, but failed to conquer her fortress."

Hermione was about to retaliate but a small sound from where Draco was standing had stopped her. It was a small noise and it was barely audible ... but it sounded so glutteral and dangerous that it caught her attention. Draco Malfoy was listening to the conversation intently.

"Granger, Granger, Granger... why didn't you say?" Theo asked her, arms outstretched in a sympathetic gesture. "You only need ask! I mean, give me five minutes with you and-"

"-and you'll what? Disappoint her even more?" Hermione felt like she was holding her breath as Malfoy's low voice came out like a growl.

Theo cocked an eyebrow at the tall blonde. "And you think you can do better with the girl?" He asked mockingly. "Tell us, oh great and all-knowing one ... what would you do to get her making noises for you, then?"

Hermione felt her head spinning as she looked over at Malfoy. He was looking sideways at Theo, a hand resting against the fireplace as his back was still to her. For a moment everyone stood in silence, nobody daring to make a sound.

"I find getting a girl to talk is usually the best way to start..." was Draco's eventual reply, and Pansy was almost wetting herself with excitement as she looked over at Hermione as he spoke. "After that, anything else is fair game..." Hermione felt the need to close her eyes and let his words wash over her.

"A bit of dirty talk and she'll be begging for anything you give her?" Theo asked him with a raised eyebrow. "Shouting your name from the rooftops like she's at Sunday Church?"

Draco chuckled darkly and the sound shot directly to Hermione's core. "Something like that, yeah." He said, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "...every time."

Hermione swallowed thickly and didn't know where to put her eyes. He gave details away, but then never really gave anything away at all. Like he was letting her take a peek into his world, but then pulling back at the last second.

Harry had his hands covering his face now as Hermione wanted to die. "Do you want to borrow my shovel when I'm done with it?" he asked her quietly from beside her.

She felt the flush creep all over her skin and as she glowered at Pansy. She couldn't help the knowing thought of exactly why the Witch had gone there and told them all her private, intimate details in the first place. Hermione saw Pansy's eyes move slightly, a subtle movement in Malfoy's direction.

Braving another glance, Hermione looked over at him. Only this time with his back to her, she watched him clicking his neck and shoulder muscles by pulling his head from side to side slowly. He kept his head down, buttoned up his coat and stood back from everyone else, seeming the need to take his time with something.

Hermione looked back at Pansy and frowned. Pansy's eyes lit up when Hermione looked at her. As the small group of men made their way to the Fireplace besides Draco, ready to Floo to Draco's little Flat in Kent, Hermione grabbed Pansy's elbow and squeezed as she went past her.

"What did you do that for?" she hissed quietly, fixing her with a stern glare. "You are so embarrassing."

"Oh, it had the desired effect though, believe me..." Pansy whispered back in her ear.

As Pansy said the words, a flash of grey caught Hermione's attention in front of her. She looked up to see Draco looking at her through the small mirror at the side of the Fireplace; expression unreadable as always but his eyes... his eyes engulfed her and she felt a hot and heavy weight start to travel all the way from her stomach and into her core.

Pansy's breath was next to her ear as she whispered in low, but Hermione never took her eyes from Draco's. "We've made him imagine what it would be like to make you moan for him..." she said coyly.

"He likes to be the first, Granger..." she added, and it made a single shiver run up Hermione's spine. "He wants to be the one to make you scream."

"Nice place you've got here, Malfoy." Harry admired. "Much better than you moping around in that big bloody Manor like a lonely half-breed giant."

"I'm still decorating." Was all Draco said as he shed his coat and put it over the arm of a black leather armchair.

"Where's the greens and the silvers?" Theo asked mockingly as he stepped out of the floo and looked around at the white painted walls and the Georgian-styled furniture. "Don't let me down Draco, I fully expected vanishing cabinets and basilisks running around in the pipework...'Heir of Slytherin beware', and all of that bollocks."

"That's old school, mate... the bedroom gives off a bit of a Death-Eatery vibe though, if that satisfies your stereotypical views?" Draco answered in a deadpan tone and with a swish of his wand a silver platter appeared on the table with tumbler glasses, whisky and red wine... Hermione's preferred choice of poison.

"You're a bad, bad man Mr Malfoy." Theo replied as he took a tumbler and filled his glass. "The women must run a mile when you put on your mask..."

Hermione chanced a glance at Draco, who settled himself down casually in a leather armchair and gestured for everyone to take a seat. "Only the ones who don't enjoy a little scare." Hermione felt his eyes look over at her momentarily. "The scream is half the fun, though..."

If tensing her thighs wouldn't have attracted attention, then she would have done so. She would have taken deep, calming breaths and counted to ten to escape the thoughts of Draco Malfoy laying her back on his bed and making her scream for him.

Oh god, how she wanted to scream for him. She wanted to wrap her thighs around his head and ride his tongue until her hips were shuddering under his skilled lips. She wanted him to pick her up, throw her against the nearest wall and force his way inside of her ... make her really scream for him.

But that was all child's play compared to what Draco Malfoy apparently got up to between the sheets. According to 'wiki-pansy-a', to satisfy his frustrations at the lack of penetrative sex, Draco Malfoy tended to spend his time pleasuring women in the bedroom in all different kinds of kinky and dominating ways ... choosing to finish himself off later, away from prying eyes.

"I really do hope you all catch my fantasy about Daphne Greengrass playing the part of the Swedish milkmaid who can't find a cow to milk and lands her eyes upon yours truly in her desperate hour of need..." Theo's voice cut jovially through her train of thought. "...she had good technique in that little scene..."

Pansy eyed him and pursed her lips. "You disgust me, Theodore... truly."

"I hope mine is the threesome I've always wanted..." Blaise trailed in as he slouched in his seat next to Harry. "Almost got my wish a few years ago ... just didn't bank on it being two males who prepositioned me..."

Draco shook his head but kept quiet.

"I was rather hoping that mine might be something to do with Quidditch-" Harry started.

"Ah yes..." Theo interrupted, sounding nostalgic. "The timeless classic: 'Getting your nob gobbled behind the Quidditch stands' fantasy..."

All four boys sighed, nodded in agreement and went into their own little worlds momentarily. Hermione and Pansy were left crinkling their noses at the thought.

"You do realise that none of you are in control of what you fantasise about, aren't you?" Hermione asked them all curiously. There was a mixture of furrowed brows and surprised, widened eyes. "This potion is designed to bring forward your deepest, darkest sexual fantasies ... things that you really want; whether you want to admit them to yourselves or not."

She felt Draco rest his stare on her intently, like he was trying to read her mind ... find out her own fantasies... find out what made her tick and then use it against her in the most perversely delicious ways.

"Well... shit." Hermione heard Blaise say, and looked up. "So it could be anything? ... like, anything?"

"Scared we'll find out about your love for bestiality, Zabini?" Pansy laughed at him and drank her wine. "Poor Granger ... she'll be a nervous bloody wreck, between you and Mr dark-and-brooding over there..."

Draco shifted in his seat, as if realising that this was indeed an issue and he really was about to let Hermione peer into his thoughts. Like he was at risk of showing her how deeply depraved he really was.

"Still think it's unfair that we're all airing out our dirty laundry, but dear Draco over there gets to keep his secrets..." Theo said ruefully. "Makes me wonder what he's got to hide..."

Hermione put her head down and gulped down her wine as the conversation took an awkward tone for her. Awkward in the sense that Hermione was about to find out exactly what Draco Malfoy had to hide.

"You know me, Theodore..." Draco told him in a low and menacing voice, stretching his legs fully in front of him, his intimidating size fully showcased. "...I don't like to kiss and tell..."

Pansy smirked. "Luckily for you, I did quite a lot of telling in Hogwarts..."

Hermione frowned. And she was still bloody well at it now, too!

She saw Draco smirk back at Pansy, before leaning forwards to pour himself another whisky. "You gave me quite the rep back in school, Pans... don't think I ever really thanked you for that." He told the Witch with a small laugh.

"Is he shit, Pansy?" Theo asked mockingly. "Please tell me he was shit... that it was all a lie to make us mere mortals cry ourselves to sleep at night at the thought of never comparing to the Slytherin Prince..."

Draco stuck two fingers up in Theo's direction as he drank his drink. "I'm not saying a word..." Hermione glanced up at him for a second and he caught her eye. "I let the lady be the judge."

"Well ... we're about to find out if the rest of you can put your money where your mouths are, so to speak...' Pansy announced, putting down her wine glass. "So, who wants to go first?"

The boys all pointed at each other in turn. Clearly the cat had suddenly mauled out their tongues. Pansy tapped her food impatiently and then turned to Theo. "You."

"Me?" he asked innocently, pointing to himself. "Why me?"

"Because you're one of mine and I'm selfish and want to go first." Pansy told him in a whiny voice.

"What about Potter?" Theo protested, pointing at the other male.

"Oi, don't bring me into it. She wants you." Harry answered defensively, but took two massive gulps of his fire whisky.

Pansy pulled up a chair in the middle of the living room and motioned for Theo to get himself up and then sit on it. Huffing and puffing about the unfairness of life, Theo reluctantly took off his hat, coat and scarf before setting his drink down on the coffee table and going to sit on the chair in front of Pansy.

"Hermione, can you get the vial from Theodore's coat pocket, please?"

As everyone made idle chitchat, Hermione shifted her way over to the coat next to Draco, bending slightly to dig through the pockets. As she turned, the backs of her calves brushed against his thigh. Hermione could have sworn that she heard him take in a small intake of breath at the touch. Warring with herself, she bit her lip ... and she instantly felt his eyes attach themselves to her face up on the action.

Her fingers reached for the vial, but the intensity and heat of his gaze made her look sideways at him. He wasn't looking for her eyes; he hadn't even noticed that she was watching him. He was too busy fixating on the lip caught between her teeth. He was too busy controlling his breathing and calming his exterior to see that she was staring at him intently.

It was mere seconds, but it felt like so much more. As Hermione let go of the lip between her teeth, she looked away from him; the only tell-tale sign of her taking him in was the blush on her cheeks. She felt his eyes avert, and he brought a fist up to cough into, as he looked away completely and opened another button on his Oxford, looking bothered by something.

Hermione regained composure and brought the vial to Pansy, whose eyebrows were raised in a telling way, and the black-haired witch mouthed 'very good' to her; seeing the whole thing play out in front of her.

"Right Theo." She said suddenly, becoming serious. "Drink this and we can get started ... see what you're really all about..."

Theo eyed it suspiciously, before pulling out the stopper and smelling it. "Ooh... Raspberry ripple and Coconuts..."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Does this potion have traces of Amortentia in it?" he asked curiously. "I remember smelling my favourite scents within that in 6th year."

Pansy nodded. "Only small increments... it helps to build up the senses I think ... make the fantasy as strong and as believable as possible ... it's an expensive potion to stock and buy; you want to make sure you're getting your money's worth."

Pansy really did have great sense at times. Especially when it came to money. And sex. Put them both together, and Pansy was lethal.

Theo took one last sniff, before shrugging. "Oh well," he said, holding the vial up to toast everyone in the room, before putting the vial to his lips. "Bottoms up...see you all on the other side."

The pink liquid disappeared.

The blacks of Theo's eyes turned pink.

"Oh, shit..." breathed Blaise, the situation currently drawing down on him as he watched Theo's unmoving body sitting straight up on the chair.

Hermione looked over and saw Pansy bring out a small, 5x7 inch rectangle mirror with pink edging. Walking back up to Theo, she grabbed his hand and pressed both Theo's and her own thumb up on the mirror, before dropping his hand again

"What's happening?" Harry asked as he walked up behind Pansy and peered into the mirror. "Has it worked?" Hermione could see nothing but their own reflections in the mirror.

"Just give it a minute." Pansy said impatiently as everyone started to crowd round her. "It needs time to access the part of his brain that-"

Suddenly, there was a blinding, white light bouncing out of the mirror. It caused everyone to shield their eyes and take a step backwards. Hermione stepped back onto her left foot and found her back colliding with somebodies very broad front. She didn't need to look around to know who it was.

"Sorry." She said quietly as she turned her head to the side, unable to see his face as the top of her head didn't quite reach his shoulder. His chest still seemed to be pressed against her back, giving her a warm and tingly feeling.

"No, you're not, Granger..." he whispered back in a gruff voice, his breath wisping past her ear and making her own breath catch. He said it just loud enough for her to hear. When he finally he stepped out of her space, he left her back cold but he was still able to see the Mirror from over the top of her head, where Pansy still had hold of it.

"Oh look!" Pansy said excitedly, squealing with delight. "It's working! It's working! Look! I can see him! I can see Theo-" she stopped dead and her mouth suddenly gaped open as Pansy watched the mirror with the others, unable to take her eyes away.

Hermione's eyes widened at the sight before her.

"Oh no ... oh dear, Theodore, you naughty boy..."