Hermione did her best to push away the hurt she still felt from that night. Instead, she focused on the older, more grown-up Malfoy. Especially the way he looked on his broom. She felt herself grow wet, and moved her hands down her body. She circled her fingers around her clit, thinking of him inviting her into the baths. Imagining her fingers were his, she inserted two of them and curled. As she was pumping her fingers, she wished she could get deeper, bringing her other hand to her breast while she played with her nipples. She removed her fingers and put them back on her clit. Swiftly, her orgasm came crashing. With it, she moaned his name.