"I don't give a single fuck about anything else. I don't care who you are. I don't care who I'm supposed to be. I don't care. I want to be fucked. Need to be. So, do it. Fuck me, Zabini. I know you want to." She reached for one of his hands, which were hanging limply at his side as he stared at the gloriously tanned skin, her taught nipples and smooth curves, in wonder. His eyes slid shut as she used his hand to cup her breast. Heavy. Full. So fucking soft as he squeezed, almost involuntarily, watching as she spilled out his hands. His other hand came up on its own accord and latched onto her other breast, stroking the dewy skin softly. Granger dropped her head back with a breathy sigh as he began kneading her breasts in earnest, egging him on further. Her moan as his thumbs drifted across her nipples nearly made him buckle, and he began to grind their lower halves together. Lost. Completely fucking lost in her.