Still pleasuring her breast with his mouth, he slowly dragged one firm hand down her front until he came to the waistband of her pleated skirt. He toyed with the edge of the fabric, brushing his fingertips against the hot skin of her belly. She needed more, and decided to quit being so damn submissive – she was Hermione Granger, after all; not often did she find herself in the passenger’s seat. Her hands still in his hair, she roughly tugged and tilted his head up. She pressed herself up onto her toes and began her own oral assault on his body. She licked a trail from the collar of his shirt to right below his ear and sucked hard, lightly nipping his skin with her teeth. He let out a low, gravelly groan.