Hermione was melting, Draco's maimed arm tight around her waist, her hands searching under his shirt desperately, hungrily, sliding over every inch of his skin. It had been so long since she'd touched him like this and she was starving for him. He felt so familiar, skin smooth and warm beneath her hands, his heart juddering in his chest. Draco's skin prickled into goosebumps as Hermione swept her fingers lightly over his stomach and he whimpered into her mouth, sparking off her own rush of want and she echoed his muffled whimper. He let go of her hair and his hand slipped beneath her top, cupping her breast and smoothing his thumb teasingly over first one nipple, then the other. Hermione ached and throbbed and wanted him, his tongue slick and hot and tantalising on hers, triggering sharp pulses of arousal that clenched in her belly, and she mewed and moaned again.