She fumbled with his robes, pushing them out of the way, desperate to touch more of him. Pushing her fingers between the buttons on his oxford, she again groaned in frustration at the cotton shirt she found underneath. Chuckling, he leaned away pulling the shirt free from his trousers. He moved to continue unbuttoning the shirt, but Hermione couldn’t be bothered as she pulled his mouth back to hers, shoving her free hand underneath the hem of both shirts. Her fingers danced over the outline of his abdominal muscles stretching upwards but were hindered by the awkward bunching of his shirts. 