Hermione's head fell back when his tongue licked over her sensitive skin for the first time. She needed more of this. Her throbbing cunt was aching to be touched, to be cared for. And as if he'd read her mind, Malfoy's free hand trailed down her stomach and stopped at the hem of her knickers. He went deeper and deeper until he felt her squirm — an easy way to find the most sensitive spot of her sex. It was sweet torture to feel his finger circle her clit over the fabric of her knicker. He was so close, so conveniently near, and the skilled movements of his fingers promised a sensation that was kept away from her by the cotton barrier.