Hermione awoke sharply at the sensation of lips on the nape of her neck, hands groping her, an erection rubbing against her ass. She felt overheated, wrapped in his arms, as if a boa constrictor had wound itself around her in her sleep. She blinked the sleep away from her eyes, stirring faintly as Draco breathed heavily against her. She felt his hand travel down between her thighs and grab hold of the gusset of her knickers, yanking it roughly aside. She heard seams tear open, her bunched knickers cutting into her thigh hard enough to leave a mark. His hand pushed between the fabric and her skin, probed into her, began to rub. 