His hands were creeping under her blouse, shocking her skin with his cold hands—she felt her nipples harden. He cupped her breasts, gauging their weight in his palms. His nose was buried in her hair, still a little damp from her bath that morning, and he inhaled. Hermione felt her legs weaken. His thumbs dragged back and forth over her nipples, teasing them relentlessly. Hermione moaned, reached back to press his face into her flesh, silently willing him to open his mouth and dig deep into her flesh, and mark her anew.