Hermione woke with a languid sigh, stretching out in her bed as she smiled. Recalling the dream was a delicious pleasure leaving her for a lingering moment happy. Until she remembered that yet again her libido had made her think of Malfoy. It was becoming a serious problem. Three nights in a row of intensely sexual dreams made her scowl as she tried to recall if she had ever been this waton. However, as she dipped her hand down and felt herself, feeling how wet she was from the dream she couldn't do much other than hiss a breath out. 