Hermione shifted under his scrutiny, his gaze an almost physical caress as it drifted from her kiss-swollen lips leisurely down her body. He cast a quick charm, the telltale warming in her abdominal region indicating to Hermione that it was a contraceptive, then dropped to his knees, his wand clattering to the floor. She wasn't even annoyed at his presumption as he slid off one of her shoes and then the other before trailing his fingertips from her ankles all the way up to her knees, his touch feather-light. The hem of her dress followed his hand as it returned to the apex of her thighs, and he groaned at the sight of the sodden lace. 