Not content to just kiss her mouth for very long, Antonin gently pushed her until her back lay on the cushions. As he hovered over her, alternating between kissing her mouth and the swathes of bare skin his hands were releasing from her restrictive clothing, Hermione closed her eyes to simply enjoy the feel of the act. Feeling his body laying on top of hers, kissing her mouth and drifting down to her sensitive neck, an image of the first night with Draco flashed into her mind. She could almost imagine that he was the one settling between her thighs, spurring on the throaty moans she couldn't stifle. Maybe it wasn't the first time she'd imagined that her husband was another man over the course of their marriage, but it felt very wrong to continue to fantasize about Draco when it wasn't him. Almost like she was physically inviting the man into her marital bed. It wasn't right. Pushing gently on Antonin's chest, Hermione moved to sit up and get him off of her.