His mouth remained pressed to her throat, only leaving it for a second when he lifted her shirt over her head. She removed her bra and flung it to the floor, pressing her nails deep into his shoulder blades as she gripped his taut skin. His mouth drifted lower and she sat up taller in his lap, pushing her chest into his face greedily, he obliged and sucked hungrily on one nipple, then the other until they hardened beneath the flick of his tongue. The blonde strands of his hair glistened in the light from the fire, casting an orange glow on everything around them. His hair, always so perfectly styled, was now tousled from her hands as she pulled his face to her chest. Hermione thought Draco had never before looked so ruggedly handsome with his hair pointing up in disarray and his white button down spread open, revealing his body. Beneath his pale exterior, she could see the blood rushing to the surface where her hands met his skin as they searched his body for somewhere new to explore. Although she had kissed Ron, they never eventuated to anything more and so sitting on Draco's lap, which was growing harder beneath her core with every rock of her hips, Hermione found herself in uncharted waters. There was nothing she wanted more than to feel Draco's fingers slide through her slick folds which she was sure would be dripping wet by now, but she didn't know how to express these wants. Did one simply ask for their boyfriend and enemy-turned-soulbond to finger fuck them until they exploded beneath their hands? Was that the social norm or was she to silently beg him with her eyes and hope he understood?