Hermione’s stomach was as soft as the rest of her seemed to be, and her flesh twitched under Draco’s hand. Her chest rose and fell with her jagged breaths, and Draco longed to just abandon the gentle, teasing touches and shag her. Properly. Bury himself in her – his teeth on her breasts and his cock deep inside her, thrusting hard until she screamed. His questing fingers reached the bottom edge of her bra and wriggled underneath, fingertips brushing the hot curve of one breast. And then he muffled a groan against her throat as Hermione wrapped her slim fingers around his.