His thumb was now moving in slow circles, and she couldn’t think straight nevertheless form a complete and coherent response to his question. Even with the fabric creating a barrier between them she was starting to feel that all familiar build-up in her lower abdomen. She should have been embarrassed that he could garnish such a reaction without even directly touching her, but she'd been touching herself to the mere thought of this man for years. All of the sudden he stopped, and Hermione couldn’t hold back the whine that escaped her lips at the loss of contact.