As she slid her hand down her neck, to her chest, skimming her nipples with her palms, then down, flat against her stomach the way Draco had done to her before the rain drenched them in reality. The moment her fingers skimmed across her clit, Hermione’s entire body jerked. She laughed at herself, gasping at the millisecond of pleasure she had gotten, all from imagining that it was Draco’s hand, and not her own.