Hermione didn’t know how long it had been since she had begun but felt more than able to continue—unfortunately, Draco had other ideas. Though he too would have loved to stay there in their throne with his perfect wife sucking at his throat, he sensed a lull in the party below and knew it was time to announce their victory. At length, he discreetly magicked away his mess and then reached up to take Hermione’s chin with his thumb and forefinger—it was slippery with blood and Hermione, lost to the spell of feeding, didn’t notice. Her eyes were closed, her nose pressed into his throat—she gave a swipe of her tongue to catch some tendrils of blood that leaked freshly away from the main stream and Draco shivered with pleasure.