And then just as the last few spasms racked her, Draco made another muffled, needy sound and his hips jerked faster and out of rhythm. It only took a few urgent thrusts, and then his shoulders shuddered and his teeth clamped over Hermione's collarbone as he made a raspy, low moan, cock buried deep inside her. And then it was over and Draco shoved himself up and rolled clumsily off her, his breath coming quick and hard, and when she rolled her head to look at him, Draco's hand was loosely around his throat, a vertical crease gouging deep between his brows, mouth twisted.