"I... You're imaging things Malfoy," she retorted, stumbling over her words. He was calling her out on her odd behavior and doing so with his body pressing into her's. She blinked up at him, he was much taller than she was and he towered his frame over her in an intimidating but feral way. Hermione tried to concentrate on what she should say to get away from him but him being so close only flooded her with memories of all the things they had done together... and that night in the Room of Requirement when she had started to feel something else entirely for him, something dangerous.
"What do you want?" she panted, dropping the charade of trying to get away from him and trying not to gaze at his kissable bottom lip.