"Not now. Not like this. I want to fuck you first," Draco said as he grabbed her upper arm and yanked her upright. His mouth found her throat, licking and nipping just beneath her ear and sending electric shivers down Hermione's spine. "I want to bend you over the bed and screw you "til you scream," he mumbled against her skin, fumbling with her bra and swearing under his breath as it refused to cooperate with his efforts, and Hermione laughed breathily and reached back and unhooked it, shrugged the straps off her shoulders. Draco made a hungry, greedy sound in the back of his throat and Hermione whimpered in involuntary response, the strength draining out of her legs as Draco pushed her shoulders back so her upper body draped back over his maimed arm, and then he ducked his head to her breasts.