Draco lifted her up without hesitation and pushed her back against the wall. Hermione dug her nails into his back as he entered her. She knew that it would leave a mark and she wanted it to be there. Hermione lifted her head, feeling the heavy weight of her wet hair only for Draco to free one of his hands and lower her chin. Her eyes met his and she felt a bolt of lightning strike her. He was angry, possessive and the strangest thing that she discovered was that it turned her on. The way he looked at her made something drop inside of her stomach, pushing her to the edge. She closed her eyes, listening to their uneven breathing. Hermione hardened the grip on his back as her walls clenched around him. When she refocused, Draco was already setting her down, slightly panting.