Her skirt was spread full circle about her in crumpling folds, and with her breasts displayed and her head fallen back, panting and gasping as they fucked, Hermione looked perfectly, delectably wanton. Debauched. Draco couldn't shift his gaze from her as she whimpered and lifted up and down, her hair tumbling in chaotic curls down her back, her face pink-flushed and eyes tightly shut, focusing on the sensations, her dark brows scrunched together. Draco came hard, driving deep into her, spilling himself inside her, a shuddering groan slipping past clenched teeth, the pleasure ripping through him and sweeping him away in its wake.