 He pulled back from her to look at her. His pale eyes studied her face for a second, then a small smile appeared on his perfectly shaped lips and he was kissing her again. His finger made its way back up under the edge of her panties and then started slowly tracing down the front, his hand brushing lightly over the soft skin of Hermione’s thigh. His movement was torturously slow, making Hermione burn. She tilted her pelvis forward when Draco’s finger finally made its way down, and brushed softly against the sensitive skin between her legs.