Her breasts were warm and soft and firm all at the same time, and he cupped each one in his hand in turn, rubbing his thumb over her nipples, dropping whispering kisses on them, and she shifted under him and whined for more. His mouth latched over a nipple as his hand trailed back down over the smoothness of her stomach, down to the vee of soft fuzz at the junction of her thighs, and then further between them, to the soft, wet folds of her pussy. Draco pinched her clit lightly, and Hermione's fingers dug into his skin and left trailing scratches down his back as she bucked up into him.