"No, Ronald!" She started to get away from him but stopped in mid-sentence as she felt his other hand caressing the front of her chest. "Draco might wake up". Hermione made a brief moan of pain as he squeezed tightly, but soon his fingers were pushing into the fabric.When his palm was holding her breast and tugging it out over the top, she started to writhe in desperation to escape under his weight. The cool air on her nipples added a hearty dose of shame to the anxiety.