He keened, pulling her down harder and faster onto his cock, and she followed his pace, chasing her building orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he hissed, squeezing his eyes shut, and Hermione felt his cock throb inside her as he came with a shudder. She watched his face as she continued riding him; he looked beautiful, ethereal even, with his blond hair and pale skin and an expression of absolute pleasure on his features. He half-opened his eyes and the sheer intimacy of holding his gaze while he finished emptying himself inside her was enough to trigger Hermione’s own climax, an intense, rolling thing that went on and on until her arms gave out and she collapsed against Draco’s chest, blissed out and spent and just a little bit hungover. 