Hermione literally had to shake herself out of her own head. This wasn't good, she felt her internal alarm system going up as she got more and more comfortable laying there under him.
He nipped at her neck and she moved her hand away cradling his head, looking away from him at the fire. Her legs loosened their grip too and she felt the warmness of their combined juices as she shifted and he slid out of her run down between her legs and down her arse.
"You have wandering hands, Malfoy," she said, lightly scratching his arm with her manicured nails.