“Wicked? You?” Harry said, chuckling.
“What? You think I can’t be?” Hermione said, walking steadily toward him. She walked him right into a corner. He looked nervous now, as she pressed the entire length of her body against his. “Just because it’s a side of me I’ve never showed you doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist,” she whispered, running a hand down his chest and down to the crotch of his jeans, where she could feel the hardening bulge of his erection. A strangled sound came from deep within his throat as her hand grazed over it. She smirked.
Feeling indeed very wicked, she ran her hand back up to his chest, beneath his shirt this time. She felt his abdominal muscles flutter beneath her fingers as she pressed her hips into his. He had his eyes closed and his head had fallen back to rest against the wall. Hermione licked her lips and then, lightly, brought them to his exposed neck. Harry let out a guttural sound of pleasure; it sent a thrill of power through her. She wanted to drive him completely mad.