He pushed her dress up further, wrenching his mouth away to pull it up and over her head, but froze as soon as he had gotten it off. Hermione's chest heaved as she fought to regain her breath, secretly a little bit grateful for the reprieve, and not-so-secretly pleased at his dumbstruck expression. She preened as his jaw worked, his eyes flitting over her as though he couldn't decide whether he wanted to stare at her bustier-enhanced cleavage or her long, bare legs. "Beautiful," he breathed, tossing her dress aside, and a genuine smile worked its way up Hermione's face. 