"I – we...are you – you sure...we don’t have to...this..." Draco tried to speak and then faltered and failed, nuzzling his face into her hair instead, fingers twitching weakly against Hermione’s back as she gently twisted her hand up and down the length of his cock, marvelling at how she could feel the big vein thrumming with blood at the very base, at how silky his skin was, how hot it was compared to the rest of him. How big he felt, and the part of her mind that wasn’t muddled with nervous, excited need, wondered if he was really big, or if they would all seem big to her because she hadn’t seen one like this before. Or if it seemed big because she wasn’t looking at it and it just felt bigger than it looked. Inquiring minds wanted to know; Hermione thought deliriously and stifled a shaky giggle by grabbing his hair with her free hand and pulling his mouth away from her tingling neck to her lips.