The witch moved a little closer to him, this time, her palm rested on his thigh, slowly smoothing the material of his trousers. Draco shivered under her touch. The silence was shrouded in darkness. Only the soft sound of Draco slowly opening his lips, letting out a quiet, low gasp from the back of his throat. Hermione kept running her fingertips down his leg, circling the area of his groin.