Hermione sighed irritably at the interruption to what she had hoped was going to be a descent into the quiet, shuddering intimacy that was middle-of-the-night sex. She opened her eyes, letting her hands drop from her breasts, gazing up at Draco and feeling love that welled up like a fount inside her. He was propped on one elbow beside her, looking down at her with a little crease between his eyes as he frowned thoughtfully, the only sign that he was desperately aroused the raging hard on jabbing into Hermione's leg. His fingers damply traced the inside of her thigh, tantalisingly close to where she wanted him to be.