Hermione continued to moan into his mouth while he grinded against her, her shaky hands slowly making their way into his jumper. She pulled at the edges awkwardly for a moment before finally lifting it and, with a great bit of assistance, yanking it over his head. At first, her eyes drifted to the armband he had gotten into the habit of wearing, but that was not where she wanted to focus. So she moved her gaze back to his bare chest, staring at it for a moment, creamy, chiseled and perfect, before running her hands along it, pausing slightly when she found a small, white scar.