Hermione had floated off into a perfect little dreamy cloud of afterglow, her lover's lips at her neck. Those little kisses he was peppering her skin with were so delicious was the last thought in her head when she drifted off.
She had no idea while she was dreaming that Draco was really looking over her naked form without a cloud of lust between them. He was looking at the small birthmark on her right hip that looked like a maple leaf and the tiny scar from her apendextomy at age eight.
Hermione let out the most pleasant little moan as he diddled her in her sleep, moving down lower to rosebud. She pushed her toned arse against his digit. Even in her sleep she was giving herself to him without knowing it.