Hermione made a little noise that sounded somewhere between annoyance and pride. It was a feat considering he was rubbing her soiled knickers against her nose.
"It's a perfectly natural reaction," she clucked, allowing him to guide her back down to her knees.
His tone bit but she knew this was just part of the game that they played. At least she tried to tell herself that.
Hermione's eyes tried to not grow wide as he started stroking against her face. She flicked her tongue out at the head rubbing against her lips. He wanted to do the work he could be her guest she thought wryly, her dark chocolate colored pools looking up into his steely gray ones.