Draco finally reached her breasts, slipping an arm under her to unclip her bra. His eyes never left hers when he moved to the first strap, kissing up along her breast until he reached the strap, gently tugging it off with his teeth. She vaguely wondered why he didn’t use his hands until she felt a forceful tug at her hips and a ripping sound reached her ears; she wasn’t upset in the least. In fact, Hermione could feel her arousal start dripping out of her from the way he was handling her. She could sacrifice a pair of panties if it meant he’d keep touching her the way he had.