At the same time, his hand holding the wash cloth was now circling up her thighs. Every time she flinched or attempted to grind her hips, his hand wandered disappointedly lower, closer to her calf muscles. Trying to remain motionless, Hermione bit the inside of her cheek. Once more, Draco brought his hand up between her legs; since she had obeyed, he was now running the rag along her folds.