Her breasts are crushed between them, pushed up by the corset but not contained, naked, bare, her nipples hard as they rub against the rough silk of his shirt. She thinks with a heady, thoughtless lust, that she needs his mouth over them. Hot, wet sucking and licking at her nipples as his hands cup around the weight of her breasts, his thumb teasing over whichever nipple he isn't laving with his tongue. Merlin, she    wants    that. Hermione hooks her leg around Malfoy's hips, and thrusts shamelessly out against the hard bulge of his dick through his trousers, her face turning up to his like a flower to the sun, her tongue sliding over his and thrills wracking and wrecking her completely as she clutches to him.