"The third night, I had my hand down here before you even turned the shower on." Hermione dipped a finger into herself and then showed him exactly how she had touched herself, matching her words to her actions. "I was so wet for you I didn’t need to work up to it; I just touched my clit and imagined what you were doing in the shower. Slowly, at first... edging slightly..." She started to breathe deeper, and her stomach tightened as the sensation built. "Then faster, as it feels better and better." Panting, she reached out with her other hand to Draco, who stood and came to take it as though it was him tethered to her. "Put one of those fingers into me." She instructed, guiding him down, her finger still circling her clit. As his finger stroked down her labia and slid inside, she whimpered with delight. Draco was enthralled by her.