She twisted her head and glanced up at him, his eyebrow raised warningly and a tolerant smile twitching at his lips. She slapped his stomach lightly instead, and sent her hand further down, to the crux of his thighs where his cock lay, flaccid now, and she stroked the back of a finger over the soft, velvety flesh. It was no less intriguing when limp than when hard, Hermione had decided, and now she let her hand rest over it, kneading occasionally, and heard a slightly irritated rumble vibrate through Draco's chest.