As he kissed along her neck warm hands trailed up her thighs lifting her skirt until it was bunched up around her waist. She felt him reach round and grab her arse, fingers digging into the flesh. He started walking forwards, still kissing her, pushing her back until her legs hit an armchair she didn’t know was there. He slowly pushed her down so she was sat on it as he dropped and kneeled in front of her. Still he said nothing but his eyes burned into hers as he held her gaze, pushed her knees wide and dropped his hands to the front of her knickers. He smirked as he shoved the knickers to the side and ran a finger along her slit. Her hips flew forward as something sparked up her spine. Hermione sat back on the chair, eyes fixed on the ceiling. This was happening, finally. Next she felt his fingers pulling her knickers down her legs and he lifted her ankles up and spread them further so her calves rested over the arms of the chair. She gasped knowing she was spread out in front of him but didn’t dare look down. She felt cool air on her centre as she was opened up wide.