The cool air wisped over her breasts as he slowly exposed them, and her nipples crinkled and her breath caught with anticipation. Draco’s long, elegant fingers swept over the underside of first one breast then the other, and Hermione trembled. Light caresses, avoiding her nipples; instead sweeping the soft-firm swell of her breasts. Squeezing lightly. Nails scraping over her sensitive skin feather-light. Tickling touches that were always not quite on Hermione’s nipples, and she shuddered.