Everyone takes their seats and before long all that can be heard is the constant hums of delight as the first and then second courses are pleasurably consumed. As the third course arrives, Hermione fights the urge to squirm in her seat. Draco had been changing up the tempo and pattern and right now it was a deliciously slow tap, increasing in intensity and speed before crashing back to the beginning. She desperately felt the need to clench her walls down on something just to relieve the pressure dangerously building within her. She crosses her legs in a vain attempt to help, giving Draco an irresistible view of her thigh through the slit in her dress. She feels his hand graze her stockings as he slowly enters her mind.