Harry and Ginny kissed each other, gently at first as they made their way down to Draco, where she bent her head over him and slid the Slytherin into her mouth. It was easier to take him in; she knew she could go faster, harder. With Harry it had always been a delicate thing; no matter how good it felt having him inside her, it was always gentle, tender, and restrained. With Draco, even just from how he was fucking her mouth, she knew he wanted to be deep in her throat, making her struggle just a bit to breathe, to swallow, to ensure she didn't choke. She loved the feel of him, ripe and hard in her mouth, contrasted by the oh-so-soft skin, and how it pounded inside her mouth.