Her hands trailed over Draco's skin as he dropped his deliciously hot mouth back to her breasts, each tug of his lips and lap of his tongue on her nipples setting off flaring throbs in her clit that Draco teased into life with his fingers. Hermione bit her lip; her skin feeling like it was radiating heat, her breath rattling in her chest, fingers exploring every inch of him that she could reach as if she was mapping him out. His muscles were lean and wiry beneath skin that was smooth except for the swirling scars on his abdomen, and the knotted, livid scar on his throat.