            Hermione bit her lip and traced a finger down his chest, heat rushing to her cheeks when her touch ghosted over his trousers, and he bit back another groan far more delectable that the whimper of pain she’d just heard. "It’s just like the library, isn’t it?" she mused, before dipping down to press her lips against his stomach. "Me, doing all the work." Hermione let her tongue glide across his skin and pressed an open-mouth kiss into his ribs, smiling to herself when he jolted, and a hand clutched at the crown of her head, as if begging her for more. "You, just sitting there." She looked up through her lashes, meeting his dark, heady gaze. "Watching me." His fingers tangled deeper into her curls, urging her towards him. But Hermione remained in place over his lap, relishing in the strain, the way he was helpless to anything but abide her whims.