He crawled under the sheets and plucked the book out of her hands, but not before he made a mental note of what page she was on. Hermione had shed his jumper sometime in the night and was wearing only shorts and a flimsy tank top that left almost nothing to the imagination. He brushed the back of his hand along her breast and marveled at the way her nipples hardened, how he was the one to elicit that response. Gripping her chin between his fingers, he lazily kissed her, exploring her mouth and basking in the taste of her. He broke the kiss to reach behind him and remove his own shirt when he noticed the dark circles under her eyes.