The sudden coolness of exposure does nothing to soothe his heated skin as Hermione yanks his shirt free from his trousers and flings it open to roam her slender hands across his bare chest. A deep shudder chases down his spine as her tender touch grazes past his nipples, her fingertips fluttering along several of the many scars strewn across his stomach. As one of her hands slides downward to firmly palm his rigid length, he wrenches her head to the side and nips sharply at the soft flesh of her earlobe, the fist in her hair tightening as she whimpers.