His hands slipped over her stomach as she dug her fingers into his hair, and when they settled on her breasts, he let his thumbs circle her tightly and press down on her aching nipples.

She sagged against the wall, the robe hanging off her shoulders as he sucked on her neck and played with her breasts. He rolled his hips against her stomach, and she moaned.

The door banged open, and they sprang apart. Hermione yelped and spun to face the wall, cinching her robe tight while Draco cursed.

"Lovely."

Her heart thumped wildly as she turned to find Lucius Malfoy scowling in her doorway. He swept into the room without waiting for permission and stood near her fireplace.

"Father."

"It's good to know that if I ever need to speak to one of you, I should check the opposite bedroom first." Lucius's hair and sneer were in place, but he looked exhausted. Deep purple shadows lined his eyes as he gestured for the two of them to sit in the armchairs before him.

Hermione glanced at Draco, who cleared his throat.

"Father—"

"Sit." The word was low and dangerous. "I'll only ask once."

Hermione tightened her robe again, her heart thumping wildly. She moved to the chair with her eyes turned toward the floor, and Draco silently did the same.

Lucius clasped his hands behind his back and stared down at them both. "So. You've been playing revolution, have you? Passing notes and playing games?" His voice trembled with anger.

Hermione said nothing, her gaze still trained on the carpets. Panic bubbled in her chest as his footsteps came closer.

Lucius paused in front of her knees, and Draco stiffened next to her. She could count her heartbeats as Lucius tilted her chin up to meet his eyes.

"What have you been up to, Miss Granger?"

The smooth knife prodded through her mind, slicing on empty air as Hermione tugged her bookshelf deep into the recesses of her mind. He pressed further, but she was ready for him now. She grunted and pushed his mind back.

There was a clatter of movement, and Hermione gasped as Lucius released her. When the spots in her vision cleared, she found Draco on his feet, and Lucius staring down at her.

Lucius sneered and turned to his son. "Sit down, Draco. I hardly touched her."

Draco obeyed, clenching his jaw.

"I see you're as obstinate and foolish as my son." Lucius's lip curled, his expression almost disappointed. "I'll make myself very clear, Miss Granger. Whatever you've been working on in my library stops today. You are not to set foot in there again. If you do, I'll know about it."

Her mind spun as her heart dropped in her chest. She needed those books—

"Father, you can't ban her from the library. She is my— mine, and she—"

"And the library is mine. As is every book inside of it. If a single book is touched, I will know." There was a long silence. "Besides," he said, turning to the shelves that Draco had restocked for her, "it seems she has plenty of books to entertain herself with — which I'm sure will be very useful, seeing as neither of you will be going anywhere for quite some time."