She threaded her fingers in his hair to pull him closer to her, to kiss her with the same starved desire she felt, like he craved her the way she craved him. Their mouths melded like hot metal, and Hermione wrapped her legs around him, the fever between her thighs only growing as she felt his length firm against her. The fabric between them was the only barrier, the only thing keeping her from feeling him entirely, the only thing keeping them from becoming one, like her every nerve ending wanted them to be. Desperate, she reached for his trousers and began unbuttoning them, needing to feel him the way she needed water or air —