 His hand slid from her butt, over her hip to her front, and his fingertips ran down the center of her panties, barely touching, but still crossing an invisible line they didn’t even know they had. Hermione moaned and arched her back, the feel of his fingers making her tingle. Draco half-smiled and his pupils dilated. He traced his fingers back up, this time with more pressure. Hermione could feel that her panties were soaked and she suddenly felt embarrassed, but Draco didn’t seem to mind. He pulled her panties aside with one finger and then stroked again. And again. And again. Hermione’s head was spinning, she was spiralling into an abyss and she loved it. She has never touched herself or been touched this way, but she had no doubt that this was exactly what it was supposed to feel like.