"Oh...god...Draco...god." She buried her head into the bed and clamped her teeth around her tongue as Draco fucked her; balancing on his maimed arm's elbow, hand gripping her hip and holding her still while he thrust into her hard, shapeless moans jerked from her mouth with each thrust. And then the too much turned into more and Hermione could hear herself jabbering it into the blankets, muffled and incoherent. "More, please more, more moremore..." She wanted to come. Wanted it so bad, and pleasure burgeoned inside her, growing and writhing and seething, and her eyes were squeezed so tightly shut she saw starbursts, mumbling more over and over.