Now their faces were almost on the same level, and she managed to deepen the kiss, rolling her hips on his lap with more ardor and feeling his manhood harden underneath her. His hands wandered down from her hair to her back, then lower, until they grasped her ass and squeezed almost painfully. Hermione leaned away from his mouth and let out a moan, her lips on fire from the thorough kissing. She looked down at him and saw his eyes matching her fervor perfectly. Hermione had never done anything like this before and she didn’t know where all the bravery was coming from – it had nothing to do with the fact she was a Gryffindor – but she couldn’t get away, couldn’t get sated, couldn’t get enough of him. She knew where this was going, and she wanted to get there faster.