He chuckled and rolled his hips, pressing deep inside her. Hermione groaned—pleasure stirred inside her, but it was fleeting. He had resumed his rough pace, and the sound of sex filled the room. She was still mostly dry—just wet enough to accommodate him, but not enough make it entirely bearable. Draco didn’t seem to care, and if he wasn’t going to finish quickly, she would be sore and bleeding by the time he was done. 