Draco had finally relaxed his death grip on her breast. He began to gently knead it, using his thumb and finger to gently pinch and pull her nipple. He had clearly remembered how receptive she was to breast play. Hermione’s body responded instantly; she arched her back, pressing into his front and feeling his hardness digging into her arse. Her hips experimentally rolled against him, and she was rewarded with a deep groan that she felt in his chest and his own slow thrust into her. 