Hermione didn’t have to wait long however. Draco’s lips found her neck again. One of his hands reached for her arms and returned them to her sides. She was about to plead with him, the front of her body feeling cold and exposed, when his fingers touched her chest; his palm kneaded her breast and his thumb and index fingers tugged at her nipple. Meanwhile, he was still kissing her pulse point. His actions made her writher against him; she desperately wanted friction down there. She had forgotten how strange it was to feel so turned on, so hot below when the air around them was so icy.