The seams of his trousers threatened to burst with the pressure of what he was holding within. Hermione dropped to her knees, pushed his knees apart, and ran her hands up his thighs. Part of her felt nervous. Mostly, however, she felt empowered. He'd told her secrets he didn't mean to in the past when she'd appealed to his baser instincts. One brush of her hand against his bare skin drew a deep guttural moan out of the man. It had been over a year since the last time they were in the same position, but it felt like no time at all had passed. Wrapping one slim hand around the base of his length, Hermione looked up to meet his eyes.