His come spurted down her throat. Hermione kept him pinned against the bedframe, her hands pressing down on his hips as she swallowed down eagerly, moaning. He was shaking, sweating under her body, his eyes starry and deliciously helpless, and he was hot and taking up her mouth entirely so that it was a struggle to breathe but that made it all the more exciting—Hermione felt him pump one last time into her and let him slide from her mouth and then let herself drag in great lungfuls of air, fighting not to choke.