Her moans were intoxicating and just as Hermione felt she was getting her to some sort of crescendo she felt fingers slowly pushing up the hem of her skirt. Draco. Of course, he would disobey an order. He was the brattiest, most disobedient person she knew. She honestly shouldn’t have been surprised. He had timed it perfectly. Daphne was close and Hermione desperately wanted to make it good for her. She was afraid to stop.