She was warm and soft and all pressed up against him, curves and dips and wanting little moans, and Draco just wanted to bury himself in her, lose himself. He kissed his way down her creamy throat as his hand crept up beneath her dress. Between silky thighs, reaching the thin cotton barrier of her knickers and peeling them to one side, finding soft, damp warmth, and Hermione made a surprised, gasping little noise and wriggled away from him.