He gently ran his fingers through her folds, already finding her wet and ready for him. Remus teased her, avoiding her clit as she tensed beneath him trying to close her thighs, but Draco held them open. He redirected from Sirius and the twins to join in on the Quidditch talk with Harry, mainly so he could watch Hermione out of the corner of his eye. She was working overtime to act like she wasn’t affected but he knew better, and the bead of sweat forming at her temple said otherwise. Finally, he brushed the pad of his thumb against her clit and Hermione loudly sucked in a breath.