And then when Hermione finally managed to detach herself from his pinning hold, Draco's hand slid up beneath her baggy tee shirt quick as a snitch. His dexterous hand sought out her breasts, rolling her nipples in turn between a finger and thumb and sending wrenching want crashing like a lightning bolt through her. It took a brief, gentle scuffle to free herself from him, and Hermione's mouth was quirked with amusement by the end of it, her insides all fuzzy and warm feeling, because there was a strange sort of sweetness to half-delirious-Draco.