Hermione screamed as she was pushed against a hard body. The hand around her tightened its hold, now over her arms to keep her still. Hermione tried her best to wiggle out of the grasp. Fingers on her thigh moved up to her stomach and something poked her back rather harshly with every flail she tried. Oh, hell no. Thrashing, she tried to get away from the now, very aroused, male captor. He instead simply pushed her more into him, as if enjoying what was happening. A distinct smell of bergamot, freshly mowed grass and musk filled her senses when her captor decided to bite her neck, and she stilled immediately. Cursing herself for even knowing who it belonged to, she still did. "I know it's you, Riddle." Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy/Tom Riddle love triangle? Yes sir.