Draco's jaw ached and his throat hurt like shit, and Hermione stifled her giggles and grabbed at his arms, pulling him up her body. He scrambled willingly, her skin soft and warm on his, and then her flushed face was just beneath his and she was kissing him thoroughly, tongue delving eager into Draco's mouth and he wondered if she could taste herself. The thought made both his chest and his balls squeeze tight with arousal for a moment. And then Draco made a mumbling, moaning sound as Hermione took hold of his hand and sucked his fingers slowly clean, tongue wrapping and gliding around each digit, and his cock twitched against her thigh. Fuck, that was so hot. Draco's teeth indented his lip, and he looked into her eyes; all glazed and dazed and satisfied, and glowing on him, and he kissed her softly.