But he was already pushing her down gently onto the carpeted floor, and her breasts and stomach met the cold surface and she began to shake harder, more in anticipation than from the cold. As if mocking her anger, her body was already warming to his touch; he pushed her thighs apart and his finger dipped in to test her and found her only slightly wet. He licked his fingertips and brought them to her clit and began to rub, just in the fashion she'd done the night before. Hermione buried her face in her crossed arms and bit her lip.