She smiled at him languidly and her hand lifted to his face, brushed over one cheekbone, traced the line of his jaw. Draco kissed her gently again and felt her lips curving into a smile, watched her eyes crinkle with it, and then she parted her mouth and her tongue grazed over his lips. His hand twitched involuntarily where it lay on Hermione’s stomach, and she grinned. Her fingers stroked over the nape of his neck, light touches alternating with the firm scrape of her nails as Draco sucked on the tip of her tongue, kissed his way down to the hollow of her throat. He wanted her mouth – her hand, anything wrapped around his cock. Wanted to cum. Desperately.