Hermione already felt like she was on the edge, and the imagery that Draco presented her had her trembling with excitement.

The imaginary of him calling her pet made her moist with desire.

And just the knowledge that he saw her as this beautiful, sexy, and intelligent woman had her feeling like he already had that control over her.

She pictured herself slowly kissing up his legs. Tantalizing her tongue over his clothing, when they both knew it would feel better if he was undressed. For as much it thriller her to have him live in her fantasies, haunting her every dream, Hermione wanted her memory to be etched on his mind.

"You certainly know how to press those buttons."