He pulls her as close to him as possible, and his left hand, which has been at her waist, moves up to tug at the neckline of her pullover. "It would start like this," he whispers, running his thumb over the swell of her breast. "Your skin would feel so soft and smooth." His hand slides inside her sweater, inside her bra, and holds her breast. "Merlin fuck, Granger, you feel so good in my hand."