Malfoy lowered his hands from her stomach, feeling her flinch nervously from the ripped contact. But giving Hermione no time to yearn, his palm slid down gently, leaving a swarm of goosebumps behind him as he circled the exposed skin on her legs. His gaze dropped to the high stockings that she wore, and the heat spread inside him again, enveloping his consciousness around the finger of desire. 