Her groan was cut off when his shirt was shifted and stuck between them, creating a barrier she did not want.  "Why on earth is your shirt still on?"  She demanded before promptly ripping the rest of it open.  Hermione could tell he wanted to protest at the way she had ruined it even further (she would have to ask him what happened to the top half later) so she did the one thing she knew would ensure he wouldn’t.  She lifted her dress up and over her head, tossing it somewhere behind the couch, leaving her breasts exposed and almost directly in front of his face.