Hermione looks down at that cum binding her fingers together and parts them to observe how it stretches as though she’s never truly examined it before. Probably because she hasn’t. Men have come on her, and she’s wanted it off as soon as possible, or in her. Call her cruel to do this while Draco’s body writhes and he scrambles for purchase on the sheets, muttering insistent and polite "please’s, but he’s the first to treat her as an equal here. More than that, he’s giving his body over to her. She won’t squander a gift like that. Hermione lifts her fingers to her lips, closing her eyes as she prepares to taste a man for the first time on her terms. Draco’s fingers wrap over her wrist, tugging back. He looks gobsmacked that she’d even want to do it.