He felt the orgasm before Hermione even realised it was happening; her leg draped over his shoulder tensed, pushing the sharp stiletto into his shoulder blade, causing the most delicious pain that went straight to Draco’s incredibly hard, weeping cock. He knew he was not going to last for the first round. Hermione’s orgasm was a work of art. She trembled, eyes rolled into the back of her head, her hands holding onto Draco’s hair so tightly he was almost worried about bald spots. Almost. "Draco, draco, ohmygods  DRACO!" was the only thing she could say; Draco smirked, and kept pumping his fingers at a slower pace, drawing out the orgasm and letting her ride his face, licking at her clit to keep it going for as long as possible. The way she was clenching around his fingers had him ready to take her against the wall, forgetting all the plans he had to take his time and memorise her body.