"Good girl," he praises and kneels between her thighs—or so she thinks. He moves so swiftly and yet so quietly she can’t be sure what he’s going to do next. "You ready to see me, Hermione? Ready to see the man from your nightmares?" She shivers when he says her name, shivers at the way it rolls off his tongue. His fingers are on her mouth, smearing the evidence of her arousal on her lips as he tugs at the bottom one. "Mhm, it looks to me that you’re rather desperate."