Unlike their typical encounters, he wasn’t taking control as much as he normally did, clearly content to kiss her within an inch of her life as his fingers roamed beneath her clothes, deftly removing buttons and zips until she was in her underwear. Hermione, baffled at how he managed to be so quick, brought her hands to his shirt, unbuttoning quickly and yanking in frustration at his belt, which seemed intent on thwarting her efforts. Huffing in amusement, he stepped back, eliciting a slight pout of protest from her, but then he was quickly removing his belt and trousers, shoes, and undergarments. Gloriously naked, he bent over her again, kissing, stroking, and she kissed him back with abandon, sliding her palm down his chest and abdomen to wrap around his length. Ah, another of those delightfully addictive groans. She smiled into their kiss and he let out a faint puff of laughter before kissing her again, his hands stroking her arms, her breasts, her waist, her hips... 