It was important to the wizard that every inch of his witch's body be explored with his lips and tongue. Tempted to shout at him to stop with the infernal teasing, Hermione knew better. He would only torture her more if she made demands. Antonin held all of the power in that moment, a truth that she was no longer afraid of. Despite everything they'd done to hurt each other in the past, they were somehow beyond those transgressions. Perhaps when they were no longer in the heat of the passionate moment they would need to stop and actually have a real conversation about their sins, but that could always wait. There was never a rush.