She approached the book and Draco followed her, boxing her in between his hands that he placed on either side of the podium. His front was pressed up against her back and he smiled as her breath quickened. Gently, he pushed the curls away from her neck, and bent to barely place his lips against the juncture of her shoulder. Hermione made a small noise of content, that went straight to his cock, and one that Draco was desperate for her to repeat. She leaned back, fully resting her weight against him, so he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her even closer. He repeated the action with a little more pressure before working his way up the side of her neck.