"I feel that top and tailing was a bad decision, on my part. Slytherins can't be trusted," she said lazily, still smiling, and snuffling out a laugh as Draco seized her foot in his hand, and – lacking the needed other hand to tickle it, licked it instead. Or she assumed that was what he had done, because soft, startlingly wet heat rasped over her sensitive instep and provoked a giggle from her. Hermione tried half-heartedly to tug her foot away, but the sun had penetrated into her muscles and bones and made them heavy and languid.