Hermione’s hands slid behind her on the couch and she allowed her head to drop back, a quiet groan slipping past her lips at his words.  She felt the brush of his nose on the inside of her left thigh.  He started from her knee and slowly and ever so lightly traced his way to the fabric of her knickers.  He moved to the right thigh and did the same.  And then he started the entire process over again with his tongue.