Hermione’s mouth was slightly open and a tiny bit of drool dripped out the corner. If Theo’s cock wasn’t already hard from surreptitiously touching Draco that image would have done it. The sleeping pills had clearly worked better on her with her more petite size. Eager to test it, Theo pushed her upright away from Draco’s unconscious form. He spread her knees and stood between them. Tilting her head back, he slid his thumb into her mouth wondering if in her sleep she would accept it. Her lips closed around his digit and she began to lightly suck. Maybe she’d been weaned too early, she reminded him of a kitten. She was his pet already. She just didn’t know it yet.