Shutting off her brain, Hermione sank into the kiss. Just experience it, she told herself. She responded to his caresses with gentle touches of her own, pausing to pull her gown off. His breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her naked body. His touch became firmer and more urgent, palming her breasts. She moaned when his mouth replaced his hands. She reached for his joggers trying to push them down. He released her nipple with a wet pop. He tore his clothing off, laying back on the bed naked. Sensing any conversation would derail things for the rest of the night, he silently directed her to face away from him, and straddle his waist. He pulled her back until her slit hovered above his face.