As if Hermione heard her, she gently patted her head. Redirected her attention. Here, the hand stroking over her brow said. Focus here. It was less a command and more like permission. To relax into her task. Not so loud that she couldn’t hear the steady stream of praise, she kept up as she gently stroked over the top of her head. Good girl and so perfect and prettiest little mouth. The sighs and moans only made her burn brighter with need.