He knows what he wants but even here, even now, he cannot bring himself to ask for it. Strains against the bonds instead, the chafing only making the need burn brighter.
“I have all night,” Hermione says, nothing but the hint of a flush in her cheeks to suggest her latest textbook isn’t completely engrossing. “If not, we can try again tomorrow.”
Draco shivers, so desperate at the thought of being made to wait that he almost capitulates.
Hermione simply sighs and returns to her book, content in the knowledge that she always gets her own way.