She knew it was opening Pandora's box all over again to allow him to touch her like that but she found herself the willing participent of Draco's wandering hands. The growl in his throat made her let out a matching whimper, answering his primal call.
This wasn't like their other first time, full of jeers at each other, although it had started that way it didn't feel the same. Their history was there even if he didn't remember it. He gazed into her eyes, looking suprised to find himself touching her between the legs. She yearned to tell him it had happened before.
Arching slightly at his touch as his long, thin finger found it's way into her knickers, Hermione moved one arm around to his shoulder to support herself, her legs opening for the soft strokes of his fingers. Raising her eyes back up to his, she moaned, her other small hand moved down between them to where his erection was, fingertips grazing the head through the material.