He found her dress robes easy enough to dispose of. With a careless jerk he tore them open, baring her upper half to his hungry gaze. Hermione panted as he gave her a respite from the kiss which had been consuming her, pulling away to admire the dusky-tipped breasts pushed up by her corset. She had privately always bemoaned their size, considering them to be disproportionately small in relation to her body, but Draco voiced no objection. Instead he bent forward and ran his tongue over her caramel skin. She shuddered and moaned at the wet warmth. Her head tossed backwards – and collided with the wall.