Hermione leaned back on her elbows, allowing him better access. Still amazed that he wasn't immediately pulling up her skirts, she tried to enjoy the sensations. Throwing her head back, she caught the tiniest flicker of movement on the bookshelf behind Albert. A beetle with very familiar markings scuttled across the wood, seeking a hiding place. Hermione rolled her eyes yet again. Did the horrible woman think she was that clever? While Albert was occupied moving from one breast to the other, she slid her wand out of her pocket. The foolish man didn't even notice. All it took was a non-verbal spell and a flick of her wrist to petrify the beetle.