Draco slowly crawled over her, leaving kisses and bites all along her thighs, her hips, her stomach, following the trail with his hands. Hermione’s brain felt sluggish; all she could do was lift her head and watch his trajectory. Their eyes met again, the hunger in Draco’s eyes threatening to pull her under. And she wanted them to. She wanted to drown in Draco’s embrace, his mouth, forever.