As they flew over patchwork fields, Draco nuzzled her neck. The hand holding her waist wandered to her breast, and it felt too good for her to tell him to stop and focus on flying. As they started their descent, Draco splayed his hand on her stomach, pulling her tighter so she could feel his arousal. She shifted against it, and he growled in her ear. A pinky finger dipped into her waistband, and Hermione squirmed on the handle of the broom. It wasn't unpleasant, she reflected with a bit of irritation.