Her eyes fell shut as Draco shifted once more, and Hermione found herself waiting again. Holding her breath. And then his hand tugged at the band of her thin pyjama bottoms and Hermione stiffened. It was automatic, and she didn’t mean to...and she did want to go further. Merlin, yes. But... Draco sighed faintly and his hand slid up, resting on the soft flat plane of Hermione’s stomach, the pads of his fingers scritching lightly at her skin. Hermione opened her eyes and looked into his. She didn’t like what she read on his face; a slight unhappy twist to his mouth, eyes narrowed. He seemed...not pleased?