Hermione couldn't help but watch intently as Harry pulled his shirt off. Harry had a nice body, and of course, it made sense given the time he'd put in as an Auror, but Hermione hadn't expected it to be quite this nice. She smiled up at him, as his hand ran down the buttons of her shirt, letting out a soft gasp as his hand moved to her breast, her body instinctively arching into the touch. Her hands trailed down his chest softly, moving until they hit the waist line of his denims, hesitating for a moment before popping the button on them.