That smell, expensive leather, sandlewood, unmistakably Draco, but it dawned on her too late and he had seized her by the neck and was suddenly far too close for comfort. Her chocolate brown eyes flashed in the torch light above and she twisted slightly but didn't really pull away. This close she could see into his stealey grey eyes and it all overwhelmed her.
"Dra...Malfoy, what are you doing?" her tone was much breathier than she had wanted it to be. Truth was Hermione had missed the brutal contact he gave her body.