Hermione climbed on top of him, straddling his hips before grinding her knicker-clad core against him. She looked like a goddess, sitting on top of him, and Theo needed to touch her. His fingers trailed up the bare skin of her thighs, before sliding under the cotton of her oversized t-shirt. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her against him harder, delighting in the squeal that she made in response.