"Please, Draco, please," Hermione gasped then, and reached blindly up for him, and Draco crawled onto the bed, holding himself up half over her on the elbow of his maimed arm and putting his mouth to her throat. She was hungry and frantic still, but Draco had to go slow, or he really was going to cum in his trousers. Most of him just wanted to pin her to the bed and fuck her hard until he came feeling her wet and warm around him, her eyes squeezed shut and moans jerked from her lips with each thrust. But that wasn’t going to happen – not now, not today.