She started to sit up, thinking that was it – they'd lost the moment – when Draco pushed her gently but firmly back down, sharp grey eyes molten and determined. He slithered onto his side, propped up over her on one elbow; left leg hooked over hers, left hand sliding lightening quick over her belly and into her plain purple cotton undies, and Hermione jerked and her mouth made a strained "o'. Her hips pushed up automatically and Draco's fingers slid over her flesh, pinching and rubbing at her clit and the remnants of her laughter died in her throat.