She made a little murmuring sound and her fingers twisted up through his hair, slid down over his shoulders and scraped down his arms, over his back. Her legs were splayed and they came up, one at a time, wrapping round his hips. And then his dick was nestled against the sopping slick wetness of her pussy, and their eyes were still glued together, and Hermione said, "Please," in a little whisper, and Draco pushed into her gladly. She clung to him, fingers hard on his shoulders, and her pussy was wet and hot as he sank in, and he bit his lip hard, concentrating, trying not to come then and there. That would be entirely too humiliating.