She wanted to call him out on the fact that his erection was pressing into her but she couldn't find the words. Her mind was cloudy and she yearned to push herself into him, to lower her hand and rub him through his trousers, reciprocate in any way.
Hermione heard the change in his voice as he slid his hand up her skirt and against her knickers. She had nearly soaked them through and her head lolled slightly against the wall of the colum. She had missed his hands.
Her eyes finally drew back to his to gauge his response.