Hermione could feel the smugness nearly radiating off Draco and her decision was cemented in her mind. This couldn’t continue.
“Hmmmm,” she hummed softly, not really answering him. She rolled onto her other side, looking for her robes where she knew her wand was stowed. Draco was clearly thinking of her like another piece of property and she wasn’t going to let him use her like an object.
Locating her wand a couple of feet away next to the bed, she closed her eyes, “are you going to stay?” she asked, indifference in her voice.