"You too," she said softly, she felt so exposed all of the sudden and cast her eyes around for her skirt and her robes.
Hermione felt him pull away from her and she shivered, feeling the situation pass from hot to tepid. She groped around on the floor for her knickers, she couldn't find them and she grumbled something about needing to go back to London for knickers. She pulled her skirt up and fastened it, feeling him leaking out of her like last time on shaky legs before pulling up her robes and smoothing her thick curls down.
He left without looking at her, Hermione didn't know why but she wanted to throw something at him. What did she expect? Draco Malfoy was never going to look at her like anything but a toy to use or something lower than he was.