Malfoy was breathless and his cock was hard against her abdomen, his fingers gathering her long skirts up with impatient little motions, and Hermione was dizzy with need. His hand shockingly hot on the bare skin of her thigh, like a brand, climbing up, stroking upwards towards the thin knickers she wore, now damp and just a bothersome barrier. He hooked her knickers down and replaced them with his hand, cupping her, his touch a welcome shock on her slick, needy flesh. She pressed eagerly against his touch, moaning and stuttering gasps as his fingers grazed and teased over all the right places, her own hands fumbling and tugging at his trouser fastenings.