Hermione thought that it was impossible to blush more but there she was. It took all her willpower not to look away or close her eyes while he explored her with precision. He was pressing buttons that she didn’t know she had. His pace was slow and steady, and she found herself close to begging him for more. She crumpled the bedding in her fist when he changed the pace, first going with slow flat strokes, then switching to shorter and faster laps. The warmth inside her was growing, ready to overflow any moment. Her thighs clenched. Hermione could feel that she was close. Draco stopped abruptly and she almost groaned.