Still riding out the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm, Hermione felt her core flutter around him at the sound of her name leaving his mouth. That was the first time Hermione could ever remember having heard him use her given name. They stayed like that– him buried inside her, slowly softening, until they sufficiently caught their breath. Hermione had her arms wrapped around Malfoy’s neck, cradling him to her chest. Where his forehead rested. 