When she returns, she lays down on her back and resumes her caressing, giving special attention to her nipples as they harden and peak. He wishes those were his hands, he wants to know what she would feel like under his palms. She skims her hands down her stomach to her core and her legs fall apart. From his vantage point he doesn’t have a great view but he’s too afraid to move. She uses both hands to tease and rub her pretty little cunt and he wishes he could smell her like he can in the library. When she shoves two fingers inside he has to hold back a moan. As she pulls her fingers out, gliding her juices all across her folds and up to her clit she whimpers. Draco has to fight himself to stay in his seat. He wants to crawl across the floor to her and drown himself between her legs. Hermione picks up the pace of the hand rubbing over her clit and her whole body starts to tighten, the other hand plucking at her breast again. She lets out a little cry and goes limp, a small smile on her face. Reaching up to the edge of the towel she feels for the plug until she finds it, bringing it down to her core she rolls it through the juices seeping out between her legs, and dips it inside her cunt. 