She shivered at the praise and his grip tightened just enough that she knew he'd noticed. He kissed his way down to her neck, his nose skimming her jaw. He shifted his leg, removing the delicious pressure he’d been providing, and Hermione whimpered at the loss as he kicked her legs wider. He made up for the lack immediately, however, as his hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt and slid up her inner thigh, petting softly over the gusset of her knickers. He wasn’t even touching her properly yet and Hermione was already the most turned on she’d ever been, pressed up against a stack of books with her wrists restrained and Draco Malfoy sucking a bruise into the base of her neck as he stroked her rapidly-dampening underwear.