"Ah. That’s true. Maybe you should get to that, then," he suggested archly and Hermione’s heart thrummed like a frightened bird’s wings. She didn’t know quite how to start, despite her research. She was so used to being good at everything, and right now everything was new and slightly terrifying and she was discovering that reading things in books didn’t always stack up to firsthand experience. Hermione sat up, his shirt falling open further but she didn’t think about it, except for noticing how it felt when her nipples brushed against the fabric. She indented her lower lip with her teeth, nibbling nervously as she pulled his jockeys down, and he lifted his hips slightly.