 Draco grabbed her knee and pulled her leg up around his hip, flexing his hips to press himself into Hermione’s hand. Their mouths were on each other again, their breathing equally ragged and shallow. Hermione’s hand moved relentlessly on him, and Draco could feel himself getting closer to the edge. He leaned with his hand against the door next to Hermione’s head and squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on the feel of Hermione’s fingers, her rhythmic motion, her warm breath on his face. He couldn’t hold on anymore, overwhelmed by her closeness, and he let go, squeezing her thigh as his body convulsed with sweet release.