The constant underlying awareness of being impaled on a rather large cock was distracting as Hermione tried to focus. She was stuffed full of him really; it was all she could do to not moan loudly in front of everyone. She hadn’t quite caught the end of the conversation with Yaxley when Draco Malfoy took his place in front of the throne. He also bowed, his platinum hair falling over his face as he did so. 