So lost in the sensations of their illicit encounter was she that Hermione almost forgot to take the opportunity to look over his reports while Rabastan was distracted. Knowing that he was the sort of wizard to prefer to keep his eyes closed for much of the act to be able to feel what was happening, she knew that she could get enough of a glance to at least determine who the unfortunate victim was. With his bruising grip on her hips and his frantic and fierce slamming into her body, she found it difficult to focus long enough at the words written out in front of her face. Determined that she would join him in his quest for pleasure, the wizard's right hand left her hip long enough to slide down her front and slip between her thighs. Knowing exactly where to apply the right amount of pressure due to frequent opportunities for practice, she felt her nerves on fire just as she read a name that she was unfamiliar with at the top of his report.