It was easy to get lost in the warm curves of her body and the scent of her skin, but Harry was drinking in every sound she made, a pleasant little shudder going down his spine at the sound of her moan. It did take him a moment to realize that she wasn't just making sounds anymore, though, but trying to get his attention; he looked up, green eyes darkened behind his glasses, searching her face. He couldn't tell if she just wanted to get him to raise his head to get his shirt off, or if she was asking for something else.
"Yeah?" he asked, surprised by the sound of his own voice. It was rough, rougher than he had ever heard it, and breathless too.