"Don't do that!" she protested, craning her head up to squint against the sun at Draco, catching a glimpse of hair that was nearly white in the sun, and grey eyes that were light and clear with amusement, pointed features softened with peaceful relaxation. She flopped back with an oomph and snorted again as the rasping, wet warmth moved over her foot and enclosed her big toe, sucked hard. It tickled and tingled, the sensation shooting straight up her leg and into her spine and Hermione shook with huffing laughter, foot jerking slightly in an instinctive attempt to escape the strange sensations.