"But it will." He told her and without giving her a moment to even attempt to clean herself up dragged her to the next class. Hermione only barely kept herself from fidgeting. Her thighs were sticky and slick still yet gathered there at her cunt. Draco was still hovering but in a self satisfied way. As smug as he ever had been as he cast her glances. Worst of all, that frustration kept building. Faster and faster. It again built up by the time the class was over: eyes following her and Draco this time. 