And then his fingers were suddenly, shockingly between her legs, sliding over her slick flesh and Hermione gasped. Two long fingers pushing unceremoniously into her and stretching her deliciously, and another gasp caught in her throat and then slithered out as a moan, and her spine stiffened, her belly tightened with raw, grinding pleasure. And then his fingers withdrew and Hermione moaned again, this time at the loss, eyes as wide and glazed as if she'd taken a dose of his pain potion, scrabbling at him, wanting him back. Back inside her, filling her, those nimble, skilful fingers making her feel like fire was blossoming inside her, curling, licking flames sending pleasure burning to life. She wanted it back.