He ran his hand down her grey knee high socks, circled her ankle and went back up again. He did it again with one hand on each of her legs and when he reached the knee this time she opened her legs. He groaned just a little and he heard her laugh. He could see right up to the white of her knickers. He knelt up and positioned himself right inbetween her legs and pushed her skirt up. He made himself go slowly, trailing the fabric over her smooth thighs. Delicate knickers greeted him, plain but for a touch of lace around the top. He breathed out heavily and teased a finger along the waistband of the knickers. Hermione made a low whispering noise and he looked up to see her watching him again. He took in the sight of her, laid out on the desk all for him, her tits were pushed up against her shirt so it gaped open inbetween the buttons. Draco could see the curve of her white bra and smooth skin. Lower, her skirt was rucked up around her waist, her lovely knickers covering her mound. He reached down and cupped her gently through the fabric, her hips jumped and he could feel moisture seeping through the cotton. Fuck, his dick was almost painfully hard. He didn’t know how he was going to make it through this. Hermione whimpered again and he knew that he just had to focus on the task in hand. He did owe her after all.