"I hear you have an itch that needs scratching?" Hermione teased in a low and sultry voice as she rose from her seat on the small stool and tip-toed on bare feet the two strides it took for her to press herself against his chest. She felt his chest rumble from the growl he kept locked deep in his throat. With very careful movements and far calmer than she had anticipated she watched him place his broom against the wall and slowly remove the outer layer of his protective gear.