"Fu-fuck! Gods– Draco." Hermione came on a choked out whisper, her thighs clenching tightly to his body and back arching away from the stained glass. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her until she slumped back against the window with a soft sigh. Draco sat back on his heels and watched her intently from his place. He slowly removed his fingers from inside her and she whimpered at the loss. When he brought those fingers up to his lips and slowly cleaned them one at a time, Hermione audibly whined. 