"Yeah, right," Draco said with disgust. "Doesn't matter to me who you are shagging, Granger but don't tell me Potter hasn't been spying on me." Potter could never mind his own business, the insufferable prat. Though, he would never admit it, Draco did seem to care that Harry might be shagging Hermione. He felt…jealous?
Looking down, Draco could see Hermione's nipples poking up against her shirt and his lower chest. He looked back up and smirked at her. "What's that about, Granger?"
"Maybe I do understand," Draco replied condescendingly, even though he really didn't. "You do fancy me, don't you, Mudblood." He grinned superiorly. "I bet if I stuck my hand under your skirt I'd find that you are wet for me already."
His other hand was already playing with the hem of her skirt and he was shocked that he felt the urge to do just what he threatened despite having voiced the threat only to get a rise out of her.