"Merlin, you’re so fucking wet," he groaned low and rough as his fingers drifted away from her clit, tracing down over slickness to dip a fingertip just...barely...not quite...in, and Hermione gasped and stiffened at the sensation. Oh. More. More, she wanted more. Her hips jutted up again and she mewled unashamedly, trying to push herself onto his finger, her hand fisted in Draco’s hair dragging at it without thought, hard and rough and she didn’t care, she just wanted him.