"Fuck, of course it’s okay. Take what you need, Hermione." He watched as her eyes, still half lidded with sleep, rolled back and she began moving against his thigh in earnest. He was fucking captivated by her movements, the way sleep clung to her, barely awake, but she took. She took, just as he told her to. True to his promise to himself, Draco focused– in that moment on Hermione only. Her pleasure. Her beauty. The heat that radiated off of her.