"Please- yes, please." Hermione rasped out, the hand not holding his mouth to her moved around his waist and back to the waistband of his trousers. Mustering all the Gryffindor bravery in her arsenal, Hermione moved her hand to grasp his hardened length through his trousers, just as he adjusted his grip, his arm banding under her thigh, as he quickly swiped a finger through her arousal. 