"You know, the first time I touched myself while thinking about you was when I was just fourteen," Hermione purred sexily. She smoothed her gown down tight over her breasts, accentuating their shape for Harry to see. He moistened his lips as he watched. "We'd not long flown on Buckbeak, and my little tits had been so sensitive that night. It might have been from the cold, or maybe from where they had been pressed so tightly into your hot body. Either way, I wanted them to feel that good again ... so I had to pinch them like this."