She set them aside on a nearby side table and then approached him, a heated look in her eyes. Martin melted at the sight. Impulsively, she moved forward, prompting him to mirror her. They reached each other at the same time, their hands catching in each other’s hair. He kissed her deep, his hand already trailing over her body. They ended up against a bookcase, with Hermione’s back pressed against it. She leaned into him, hooking her leg around his hip, her skirt falling back to reveal her thigh. She was not wearing anything underneath—a realization that sent a dizzying wave of lust through him.