He slid forward on the bed, hand coming up to cup the curve of her cheek and turn her face to his, their lips meeting hot and damply, hers parting, her tongue darting out to skim over his lower lip. A shot of arousal cracked through his belly, and a humming moan slipped from him, his fingers spasming and pressing harder against the soft, smooth skin of her face. Hermione whimpered in return as his tongue flicked delicately, teasingly into her mouth and grazed over hers, and she leaned forward, pushing her mouth harder against his, one hand grabbing his shirt at his shoulder and dragging him to her.