His hand stroked her abdomen, trailing upwards to cup and knead at her breast. The touch brought a wave of gooseflesh over her—Hermione shivered, arching into him. Her nipple hardened, aching with sharp need. Her hands worked at undoing his trousers, fumbling the button more than once. His shirt was already rumpled and creased but it didn’t matter. She would make sure later that there’d been no sign they were together.