Draco gripped Hermione’s hip and pulled at her, and she came up onto the table on all fours, latching her mouth eagerly back down to his. His hand crept up beneath the hem of her Muggle hoodie and top, and he discovered his suspicions earlier had been right – Hermione Granger wasn’t wearing a bra. Oh fuck. He groaned and cradled one breast in his hand, and Hermione made a surprised mmph, but just kissed him harder as his hand gently caressed her breast. The skin was so soft, and the curve so warm and firm, and then his probing fingers found her nipple and Hermione squeaked and moaned as Draco rolled it gently between his fingers. He plucked at it and felt her shiver, his blood redirecting in a flood of arousal.