Hermione cast both a silencing and contraceptive charm before tossing her wand and leaning back on her hands as Remus tugged off her jeans and kickers. She draped her legs over his shoulders as he trailed open mouthed kisses from her knees upward, stopping to suck a bruise on her inner thigh. He wanted to mark her gorgeous skin someplace intimate, somewhere that only Draco would ever see and only once he peeled the clothes from her body later that evening.