Draco was on his elbows above her, the weight of him just heavy enough to press her into the bed without crushing her, and his tongue slicked along the underside of her jaw from chin to ear and goosebumps sprang up on her arms, shivers running deliciously down her spine. His cock jutted out against his trousers, the shaft of it right over her clit, and Hermione's breath came in little jagged gasps as she rocked up against him, ankles hooked together behind his hips, her fingers pulling and dragging and combing through his hair and clawing lightly down over his shoulders. It was oddly gentle and urgent at once, and she wanted more.