The more he touched her, the more the pressure was building up. She was so close to getting a release, but Malfoy removed his hand just as she was about to reach the edge. Her breathing was still shallow; she didn’t dare look, but Hermione knew Malfoy had that lustful glint in those silver eyes. His hand traveled lower, suddenly settling upon her knee in an effort to raise her leg. She understood when she felt his tip pressing into her from behind.