Arthur groaned and ran his right hand down her torso, pausing just long enough to stroke her tits. She was wearing a blouse and skirt underneath her robe, which was roughly grasped on both sides and pulled, causing buttons to fly everywhere. When Ron stopped her with another snog, she wailed, "Arthur, You broke my — !" He then lowered his hand to the hem of her skirt. He quickly moved it up and under it until he was cradling her mound over her pants. They had been soaked.