Hermione pressed as close as she could, hands running up and down his back. He was lean and strong, a man instead of the boy she'd first loved, and she deliberately let herself relax in the safety of his arms.
Feeling him through her clothes wasn't enough. She guided his hands to the hem of her jumper and helped him strip her to the waist. She hadn't worn a bra, and her nipples hardened almost instantly at the feel of the air.