"Oh Merlin, yes." Draco's smirk grew as he twiddled her nipple between finger and thumb, his lips brushing over the corner of Hermione's mouth. "When you're lying there, wriggling on my fingers and begging me for more...like a – a..." Draco paused for a second, thoughtful as Hermione went a brilliant shade of red, and then he grinned like a shark. "Well, it brings a whole new meaning to dirty, filthy, little mudbl-"