"Maybe," was all she could manage, Hermione's face flushed, had he read what she was thinking? She knew he was versed in Occlumacy.
"Oh yes, what is the going rate for a room in this bloody wretched inn? Two Sickles?" she knew she had enough money in her robes to rent the room for a week, it was really not Hogsmeads's finest. "But you go on ahead and do that Malfoy," she laughed and lightly fought to roll out from under him until she was on her side facing away from him so that he had an excellent view of the elegant line of her neck all the way down to her shapely hips and arse.